Mara
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It had already been a month since I walked out of Lucian Vale’s mansion and out of his life.
And honestly? I was doing okay.
I’d gotten comfortable again. I’d started to breathe again. I found a job as a waitress in one of the city’s high-end restaurants, the kind of place where the plates cost more than anything I owned. I spent my days gliding between velvet booths and polished tables, serving wine and truffle pasta to businessmen and socialites. Some of them flirted. Some tried to get clever with their compliments and tips. But I always kept my smile polite and my boundaries clear. I was here to work, not to entertain anyone’s fantasies.
I had no time for distractions. Not anymore.
My shift ended late, as usual. I hopped into a cab, leaned against the window, and let th
