Despite Atticus telling me he talked to Mitchell, I went to the restaurant anyway. Mitchell had taken a chance on me a year ago, and I hated letting him down. When our eyes met, he motioned for me to follow. Once we were both inside his office, he shut the door.
“Atticus called already,” he said as soon as he sat in his chair.
“I’m so sorry, Mitchell.”
A sigh left him, his body sagging. “I’m not mad. I’m not allowed to be, and if I was, it’s not at you. I’m losing my best server. You’re more than a waitress here, Ophelia. We’re going to miss you.”
“Me too.” 130 Degrees had become my friends and family over the last eleven months. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t anticipated the move. I guess I figured I could still work, at least until closer to the wedding and maybe even after.
“What did
