Darcy lay in bed, half awake, half asleep, trying to decide whether she should get up or stay in bed. She felt like she had a million things to do that day, but she had zero motivation to get up and do any of them. She wasn’t even in the mood to go to work, and generally, she enjoyed heading over to the diner and interacting with the customers. Not exactly something most people enjoyed, but for her, having grown up as pampered and sheltered as she had, it was invigorating, meeting different people from all walks of life. She was also quickly learning that money didn’t buy manners. Some of her worst customers were as well off as her family was and it drove her insane. She hoped that her family didn’t act that way, couldn’t recall a time that they had, but if they had, she was paying for it
