Thirteen

Bella.

The past few weeks were remarkably different from my first months at The Rave. Miss Carter has been breathing down my neck, complaining of all the plates I’ve broken and orders I’ve mixed up.

I was currently serving punishment for mixing a client's order and triggering his allergy. I couldn’t help the smile that curled at my lips when he started choking, he’d made it a point to smack my ass whenever I rounded his table. Watching him suffer pleased me.

Unfortunately, Miss Carter was watching and concluded I had mixed the orders on purpose, hence my current position in the kitchen, cleaning and scrubbing after she dismissed the rest of the staff.

“How does it feel when one falls from grace?”

A voice asked behind me, startling me and sending my neck whipping to the back.

Anna leaned on the kitchen door, lazily filling her fingers as she gave me a condescending look.

After weeks of training and competitions, Miss Carter finally chose her as my replacement at the dungeon and she h