Katrina's POV
If there was one thing I learned how to do, it was multitasking. When I was in school, I somehow managed to juggle both reading and working six-hour shifts.
It was hard, but not impossible.
And today, as I served different tables, trying to gather the plates all together, my mind floated back to the phone call that made me get onto a train and sit still for nine hours just to meet my mother.
Marine was in the hospital.
The hate bubbled in my guts as I dropped the plates into the kitchen sink, trying to hold back the tears that had threatened to fall out of my eyes now.
She was hit by one of those bourgeoisie pretty princesses, and even had the guts to try and bribe my mother into quiet.
"... And the heiress of the Ouad empire says she sympathizes with the condition of
