Heiress to Waitress by Ginny Clyde

Author:Ginny Clyde [Clyde, Ginny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Before going to school the next day, I tried on the full uniform along with the apron. The white plaid dress stopped a few inches over my knees. A crown stitched in black thread adorned the bib of the blue apron. The lower part had a wide pocket sewn to provide a place for a small notebook and pen. I glanced at the mirror in front of me and was happy to observe I looked similar to the other waitresses at the tea shop.

A knock sounded on my door.

“Who is it?” I called.

“Me,” said James’s voice.

For a moment, I wondered if it was okay for James to see me dressed this way. However, I had barely spoken to my brother since school began that week.

“Hey, James. Come in,” I said.

He entered the room. His green eyes, so similar to mine, took in my appearance.

“If I didn’t know you were actually planning to work at this tea shop, I’d say you look good in the costume.” He shook his head. “How the mighty have fallen.”

My eyes widened at the phrase. It was something people at the academy used to say when something humiliating happened to a popular student. “You didn’t email someone at Strathmoore, did you?”

“Of course, not. I haven’t been on social media for ages.”

I relaxed, turning back to the mirror. “Well, as long as I look good, there’s nothing to complain about. Anyway, did you want to talk to me about something?”

“There’s a music competition in the school auditorium today. My friend’s sister will be performing along with some others to qualify. There will be students from other schools too. I thought it might interest you,” he finished with a shrug.

“Any idea when it starts?”

“At two P.M. If you don’t have classes, check it out.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of the denim jacket and sauntered out of the room.

I had not forgotten the rush of emotions that ran through me when I had played the school piano. A part of me still yearned to play. Taking the timetable out of my bag, I checked my schedule. Classes ended at three P.M. as usual.

“Olivia, it’s getting late.” I heard Sarah’s voice coming from downstairs.

I got out of the tea shop uniform and got dressed for school. Shoving the apron and the white dress in my bag, I went downstairs.

“James already left,” said Sarah, putting a plate of fried eggs and toast on the table.

“It’s fine. There’s still plenty of time,” I said, smearing my toast with butter.

“Ask the people at the tea shop for a locker. Your bag looks funny,” said Sarah, taking the seat opposite me.

I cast a glance at it. It was bulging like it was about to give birth to another baby bag. I snorted.

Sarah looked up from her mug. “You seem like you’re in a good mood.”

I shrugged.

“Mother, when are we getting a car?” I asked. “I might need a ride from time to time if I get late at the tea shop.

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