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

by and caught sight of Anthea clearing a nearby table. She nudged her pixie–cut companion with an elbow, a puzzled look on

mouth, shocked. “Holy cow! Is that

check it

Anthea. It had only been a

“Anthea?”

looked up, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings,

two women

were Mae and

original host had been known for her heavy makeup and revealing outfits, a style largely

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, using her status to boost

original Anthea had been an easy mark, swayed by

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caked it on. They told her she looked good in skimpy

I can help you with?” Anthea asked

just wanted to chat for a second,” Mae forced a smile, “Ann, we’ve missed you since you left! What’s with the makeover? Ditching the glam, huh? You’ve gone too