I missed the Bree Cafe for three weeks. It was the longest and most disastrous week of my life. My part-time job at Kalli Hotel began, too. Dad wanted me to put it behind my schedule but I refused. Instead of coming to the cafe, I would go straight to the hotel’s kitchen to do my job in my uniform. I would simply put on their robes and gloves. On my first day, the air in the room was apprehensive. There were too many hands trying to help me. I smiled for so long that my face hurts; still, they looked as though I was the owner’s daughter and would fire them in a blink. Moments like this made me wonder whether they found the aristocrats intimidating, or they’ve been into worse with people like us that they see us as their nightmares. I had only broken three glasses and seven plates on my fir
