Chapter 5: Clumsy
"Who the hell are you?" demanded a beautiful brunette. She was
wearing the waitress's uniform, a black pencil skirt paired with a white tucked
in shirt. Brielle, who was also wearing similar clothes, looked up at her
surprised. The brunette spit the hair away from her face and analyzed Brielle
from head to foot.
"She's new." said a tall blonde boy, taking a trolley full of
wine into the kitchen. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt. "And
she's clumsy. Twisted her ankle already. She hasn't even been here an
hour."
"Hey!" said Brielle, her temper rising. Where was all this
nastiness coming from? "There's no need to be so condescending. I'm only
trying to work here. Just like you, this job is important to me."
"Yeah right." said the blonde boy, exiting the kitchen leaving
behind the two girls. "We all saw you on TV this morning."
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Brielle in
surprise.
"Honestly are you that dense or are you just trying to act
dumb?" said the brunette, flipping her hair back, as another waitress,
wearing the tag "Mimi" entered.
"You're late Mimi." barked the brunette. Brielle wanted to
punch her face. Mimi was a tiny girl, with her short hair and athletic body,
she could easily pass as a boy. She rolled her eyes at the brunette.
"Shut up Penny." said Mimi airily. "Who's this?"
"Hi, my name's Brielle." said Brielle. Finally, someone who
spoke civilly to her.
"Okay. So, are you dating Mr. Dixon?" asked Mimi looking
straight into Brielle's eyes.
"No! I -his father collapsed at the park this morning and I took
him to the hospital. That’s all, I swear."
"Really?" asked Penny and Mimi together, their voices
harmonizing.
"Yes." said Brielle desperately. "I don't even know
him."
"That’s great news. It’s so nice to meet you Brielle. I'm sure
we'll be great friends." said the woman named Penny. Bipolar much?
"Uh, sure." said Brielle uncertainly as Mimi chortled.
"Why is it a problem if I know Mr. Dixon?"
"You really don't know. Oh my God Penny she doesn't know!"
said Mimi grabbing Penny's shoulders.
"Will you both just tell me already?" said Brielle, her
patience at the edge.
"Oh Mr. Dixon announced that he's ready to tie the knot. His father
had been pressurizing him to get married for a while. Apparently, he'll lose
all the fortunes if he isn't hitched by the end of next month. Dixon has said
many times he already has a secret girlfriend. It just breaks our hearts a tiny
bit. We thought you were the girl he's dating."
Finally, an explanation.
"He has 2 months to get married?" asked Brielle. "Poor
guy."
"Poor me." said Penny sighing. "He's the hottest piece of
man-meat I've seen in a long time."
"His eyes are so dreamy, and his pants are so tight." winked
Mimi. Brielle blushed a bright red.
"Oh, she's blushing. How cute." said Mimi pulling Brielle's
cheeks.
Brielle sighed. These girls weren't all that bad. The blond guy entered
in time to see the three girls laughing.
"I thought we were supposed to be mean to her." he remarked.
"She's not the girl, Mark." said Penny with a laugh. Faker
than my dollar leather shoes.
"Oh ok. Hi, I'm Mark." he said extending his hand. Brielle
shook it briskly. There was something off about him. His blue eyes didn't
reassure her. For some reason he looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't put
a finger on it. She needed to be on guard with him.
"Everyone, get ready to take orders. Penny your tables are one to
six, Mimi yours seven to twelve, Mark thirteen to twenty. Gabrielle, I'll start
you off with three tables, twenty-one to twenty-three." came Fanny's terse
voice.
All the employees nodded. Brielle felt a rush of adrenaline as she
stepped outside, notebook and pen in hand. She was astonished to see the
restaurant full already. She had been naĂŻve to think that there were only
twenty-three tables and four waiters and waitresses. There were at least
another 200 tables all around, and in the open floor above. She saw several
employees bustling about taking orders. This place must be really great
if they can attract such a large crowd this early in the morning.
A woman and two young children were seated at the first table Brielle
was assigned.
"Hello, my name's Brielle and I will be---" she started but
was cut off by the woman.
"I'd like an eggs benedict and a large coffee. Pancakes for my kids."
she said in a lofty voice.
Brielle nodded. "Thank you, ma’am."
"Hurry up. I absolutely hate this chitter-chatter. Does time grow
on effing trees?" said the woman snapping her fingers irritably. Her two
children, a little boy and a slightly older little girl, looked very much
afraid.
Brielle bit back a retort. It wouldn't do to offend a customer. Brielle
noticed the fat diamond ring on her finger and the expensive pearl necklace she
wore. You'd be stupid to fight a rich customer; they'd send you to jail
for a crime that is probably not even a crime.
Brielle decided to forgive and forget as she walked to the next table. A
young couple, newly married perhaps were sitting beside one another holding
hands. They were both impeccably dressed, the lady wearing a lovely lavender
gown and the man a suit and tie.
"Good afternoon, Sir and Madam." began Brielle hoping these
customers would give her a chance.
"Oh, good afternoon, dear." said the young woman pleasantly.
Brielle inwardly sighed with relief. "He proposed a while ago, I said yes,
we're here for a toast."
"Congratulations!" said Brielle happily. She loved it when
people decided to get married, it made her believe in love again.
"Thank you." said the good-looking young man looking at his fiancé
lovingly. "Honey, I don't know what to order. I've never been here before.
I've never had enough money."
"That's alright love." said the woman kissing him. "I
love you so much. We can ask Brielle here for help, can't we?"
"Certainly Madam. May I suggest the Poulet a la bretonne that
is Brittany cider chicken, simmered with navy beans, beets, and bacon, in
apple cider), and some white wine?" said Brielle.
"That would be lovely. Thank you." said the woman with an even
lovelier smile.
Brielle walked away from the table with a smile on her face. She really
liked the couple, they were really happy, unlike the woman at the first table.
She was shocked to see the person on her last table. Her eyes widened as
she saw Jack Dixon and two more well-groomed men flipping through black leather
files.
Brielle felt nervous as she approached them.
"Good afternoon, sirs," she began as all three men left their
documents to look up at her. Jack Dixon's eyes met her own, and all she noticed
was the sly rise in the curve of his mouth, and the fluttering in her heart.
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