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

a young woman dressed to the nines in designer strolled by and caught sight of Anthea clearing a nearby table. She nudged her pixie–cut companion with an elbow, a puzzled look

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

go check it

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

“Anthea?”

long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings,

information about the two women surfaced in Anthea’s mind.

Mae and

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

couldn’t hold a candle to the Morris family. They’d always been green with envy over previous Anthea’s good looks and privileged

been an easy mark, swayed by just

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her, so she caked it on. They told her she looked good

I can help you with?” Anthea

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