SARAH
Rich people knew how to throw a party.
I watched as they rubbed shoulders together and smiled while drinking wine from ridiculously expensive champagne glasses. The Park Hilton Hotels was no stranger to catering to the tastes of the upper class in society. It was one of the most, if not the most, luxurious, five-star hotels in Angelwood, offering guests the comfort of a luxury private island with amazing views and amenities that could give the White House a run for its money.
At least, that was what I was told when I started working here two weeks ago. I got a job as a waitress in the hotel’s restaurant thanks to the temporary agency I registered with. Mrs Sullivan, the head of the agency, was able to put in a good word for me because she was friends with my aunt and she knew the
