From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 30

“I don’t have a cellphone,” Anthea admitted with unaffected honesty.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Weston, “Oh, sorry about that.”

“It’s no big deal.”

Harriet had noticed the uptick in customers over the past few days too. Their little rotisserie had always done alright, but this was the first time they’d seen a line out the door.

Could Anthea be the reason? Ever since she started here, the number of diners had surged day by day.

So, beauty wasn’t entirely useless after all.

With this thought, Harriet softened her gaze as she looked at Anthea, “Hey, if you’re feeling wiped, take a break, no sweat. I’m not one of those slave–driver bosses.”

“Thanks,” Anthea replied, her relief evident.

“Don’t mention it,” Harriet said, giving Anthea’s hand an encouraging pat.

gear

sight of Anthea clearing a nearby table. She nudged her pixie–cut companion

mouth, shocked. “Holy cow! Is that

go check it

women could hardly believe the transformation in Anthea. It had only been a few weeks, but the change

“Anthea?”

long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, leaving the two

about the two women surfaced in Anthea’s mind.

were Mae and

for her heavy makeup and revealing outfits, a style largely influenced by her so–called

in Cloudcrest, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the Morris family. They’d always been green with envy over previous Anthea’s good looks and privileged background. They’d cozied up to her,

easy mark, swayed by

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she caked it on. They told her she

help you with?” Anthea asked with indifference.

Mae forced a smile, “Ann, we’ve missed you since you left! What’s with the makeover? Ditching the glam, huh?