The club was alive with energy, music pulsing through the air as Rose moved from table to table, serving drinks with practiced ease. She was beginning to settle into the rhythm of the job, her initial nervousness fading away. Just as she placed a tray back on the bar counter, she noticed Sophia Moreau approaching her with a confident stride.
"Rose," Sophia called, her voice cutting through the noise.
Rose straightened up immediately. "Yes, ma'am?"
Sophia offered a pleased smile. "You're no longer just a regular waitress. From now on, you'll be a VIP waitress."
Rose blinked, processing the words. A VIP waitress? That meant better pay, better tips, and access to high-class clientele. It was an unexpected promotion, and she felt a rush of relief knowing she wouldn't have to serve rowdy drunks anymore.
"Does that mean my pay—"
"Has doubled," Sophia confirmed with a knowing look.
Rose couldn't hide her smile. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," Sophia chuckled. "Just do your job well, and don't mess up. Now, go. You're needed in the VIP lounge."
As soon as Sophia walked away, Rose noticed the curious stares from the bartenders and other waitresses. They exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. Some looked envious, others outright bitter. A few of them had been working there for years, hoping to get promoted to VIP service, and yet, a newcomer had swooped in and taken the spot within days.
Ignoring their burning stares, Rose steadied herself and made her way toward the VIP section. She had been serving high-class customers all evening, but this time, something felt different. There was an uneasy weight pressing on her chest, like she was walking into something more than just another room.
She reached the door she was assigned to, her fingers brushing over the silver handle.
From the other side, a deep voice called out.
"Let her in."
Rose's breath caught in her throat.
That voice.
It was familiar.
Her heart pounded as she slowly pushed the door open.
And the moment her eyes landed on who was inside—she froze.