Evangeline’s POV:
—Three years later—
"Nothing happened!" I shout, my voice laced with panic as I step back from the shattered glass on the café floor.
Damn it.
Why was I so clumsy today? I needed to get my s**t together.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as the other workers turned to look at me. I quickly crouched down, gathering the broken shards with my bare hands, ignoring the sting when a small piece buried itself into my palm. Great. Just great.
I didn't have time to wince. Snatching the broom, I swept up the remaining fragments, tossed them into the trash, and rushed to the sink to wash my hands. A small relief settled in my chest as I watched the crimson swirl down the drain.
"Again?"
I whirl around, heart hammering. Priya, one of the senior employees, is staring at me, arms crosse
