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.

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sight of Anthea clearing a nearby table. She nudged her pixie–cut companion with an elbow, a puzzled look on her face, “Hey,

slapped a hand over her mouth, shocked. “Holy cow! Is that

go check it out.”

Anthea. It had only been a few weeks, but the change was

“Anthea?”

her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, leaving the two women dumbfounded. Was

of information about the two women surfaced in Anthea’s

were Mae and

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

been green with envy over previous Anthea’s good looks and privileged background. They’d cozied up to her, using her status to boost their own

mark, swayed by just a few

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it on. They told her she

there anything I can help you

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