Harriet jogged over to find Anthea, herughter cutting through the morning bustle. "Hey Anthea,


    get some help, will you? You''re needed inside for table service."


    "What?" Anthea blinked in confusion.


    "We''ve got some big shots inside specifically asking for you," Harriet said, a grin ying on her lips.


    "Are they pals of yours or something?" She paused for a second, considering Anthea''s humble


    beginnings, it seemed quite improbable.


    But Harriet had seen them clearly. The most attractive among them was decked out in luxury brands


    that most people only ever saw on TV.


    A single T-shirt that they wore was worth a grand. If Anthea knew these types, she wouldn''t be


    waiting tables at this joint.


    Anthea furrowed her brow slightly as she followed Harriet inside.


    With a nod of her chin, Harriet pointed out the table. "That one with the three girls sitting at it. Make


    sure you give them the VIP treatment."


    Anthea, her expression unreadable, approached with the menu in hand. "What can I get for you


    ladies today?"


    She needed to fulfill her duty in any way. If these three were here to stir trouble, she''d just have to


    roll with the punches.


    Anthea wasn''t about to back down.


    The familiar voice caught Reba off guard as she looked up with a sneer.


    But then, she froze, her smirk paralyzed on her lips.


    Was this Anthea? How had the so-called ugly duckling transformed like this?


    Reba had expected to see a pitiful mess, someone down on their luck.


    Instead, Anthea was positively radiant!


    “What was happening? How could this bitch be so attractive? Had she gone under the surgery?


    How dare she look better than me!” Reba cursed inwardly.


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    Reba shifted her face through shades of envy, herposure shattered. She couldn''t bear


    anyone outshining her.


    Mae and Alicia were equally stunned. Didn''t Anthea just take money yesterday for makeup and


    beauty products? Why wasn''t she wearing any makeup?


    "Anthea, why aren''t you dolled up today? Don''t you know your in face could scare someone?"


    Mae frowned, her voice usatory.


    "Makeup?" Anthea creased her brow slightly with a look of genuine confusion on her face. "Why


    would I need makeup? And do I know you two?"


    As they observed Anthea’s innocent demeanor, Alicia and Mae started doubting their encounter the


    previous day.


    Had Anthea gone mad?


    Mae, fuming, stood up abruptly, pointing at Anthea. "Cut the act, Anthea! You definitely took our


    money!"


    Anthea’s smile was subtle yet firm. "If you''re not ready to order, I have other tables to attend to."


    Alicia struggled to maintain her cool and addressed Anthea, "Bring us one of everything on the


    menu!"


    "That''s quite a lot for just three of you. Are you sure you can manage?" Anthea couldn''t help but


    caution them.


    Alicia narrowed her eyes, "We''re the customers here. Haven''t you heard that the customer is


    always right? What kind of waitress questions the customer?"


    Reba had been silent until now. She knew she had to suppress her rage and jealousy. She


    couldn''t allow things to spiral out of her control.


    "Alright, your order will be right up," Anthea replied and headed toward the kitchen.


    As Anthea disappeared from view, Reba finally turned to Mae and Alicia, "What''s your deal with


    her?"


    Mae recounted the previous night''s events, "Anthea went back on her word! She said she''d buy


    makeup and pretty up today, and now she''s denying it!"


    "Are you two idiots?" Reba slit eyes, "You got yed by Anthea. Don’t you even realize? You


    knew she was strapped for cash, and you just threw your money at her?"