started: June 22
Irene Park, a stunningly beautiful girl, transfers to J high with her twin brother, Daniel. As they move, Daniel turns out to have a new body, forcing the twins to adjust to their new life with an unexpected new body. Irene ma...
"Stop it!" Mira whispered, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. Irene clung to her hand, eyes wide as she stared up at the imposing brick building. Her throat felt parched, and her pulse pounded in her ears. Mira tried to extricate her hand from Irene's clammy grip. "You're going to be fine! Now, text me after your shift."
"Okay..." Irene's voice wavered, her lips forming a tense, anxious line. She wiped her sweaty palms on her black slacks, feeling the cold dampness. Gulping, she adjusted the V-neck of her baby pink fitted shirt, silently praying no one would mock her outfit.
"I'll talk to you later, okay?" Mira flashed a reassuring smile, waving as she turned and walked away down the bustling street. Irene watched her friend's curvy silhouette shrink into the distance, feeling a pang of loneliness. She gritted her teeth and pulled out a small mirror, checking her reflection to ensure her makeup was flawless. Running her frigid fingers through her bangs, she muttered a quick pep talk under her breath.
A new job meant new opportunities for stability, meeting new people, gaining valuable experience, and a fresh environment that might foster new friendships.
She forced herself to focus on the positives, shaking her head with a sigh. She knew she was being ridiculous, but the nerves still gnawed at her.
The first step is always the hardest. Showing up was both the hardest and the most crucial part of the process. The moment Irene stepped toward the bustling, high-spirited restaurant, her heart pounded like a drum. She peered through the glass doors and windows, taking in the scene inside—the waitresses bustling about, the hostesses chatting, and the customers enjoying their meals.
It was the mid-afternoon lull, the quiet period between lunch and dinner—an ideal time for training. Two teenage hostesses stood at the podium in front of the glass doors, engaged in animated conversation. They were both strikingly pretty, with youthful exuberance. Irene's eyes followed the waitresses moving back and forth, some tidying up, some chatting, and a few attending to the diners. She scrutinized their outfits: each wore an all-black ensemble, varying in style but uniformly paired with black aprons or server waistbands stocked with notes, straws, and pens. Name tags were pinned to their aprons, completing the professional look.
Irene glanced down at her shirt and muttered a curse under her breath. Summoning her courage, she stepped up to the glass door, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for the cool, gilded handle. As she pushed the door open, the golden bell above it jingled loudly, announcing her arrival.
