Weeks went by, and Elena had settled into her second trimester. Full of renewed strength, she often worked double shifts just to keep up.
One night, the nightclub manager handed her a tray of wine bottles to serve in the private rooms.
The patrons were generous—especially with beautiful women. Elena, who usually didn’t wear makeup or dress up, had a quiet grace that stood out. But tonight, under the dim lights and her soft curls framing her delicate face, she looked strikingly beautiful.
The guests noticed. Some tipped her more than her wages for the night.
When she returned to the bar, holding the last bottle of wine, the manager smiled, clearly impressed. He swapped it for the club’s most expensive bottle and suggested she try her luck in the VIP room. “That’s where the high rollers
