The One Who Got Away (ON HOLD)

The One Who Got Away- Chapter 6

Hey everyone. So first off, I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. A lot has been going on around here so it has been hard. I was without power for about a week, so as you can imagine, no internet connection :(. I know, it was terrible. 

So anyway, to make up for the delay in my update, I made this chapter longer. Hopefully, all can be forgiven.

Someone has been kind enough to point out that I do have some grammar errors. I do apologize for that and hopefully, this will be the last chapter with these errors. If not, please realize that I am human and I do make mistakes. 

One more thing, I would just like to warn you readers that this chapter is not my best. I was having such difficulty writing this chapter, that I sort of gave up at the end. I know, shame on me. However, on a more positive note, this chapter opens a whole new story. Hopefully, that will make for better writing. 

So here's CHAPTER 6! 

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Chapter 6 (Jamie’s POV)

“Someone’s looking extremely happy today,” Talia sarcastically noted as I walked into work.

“What, not even a good morning?” I laughed, attempting to cover up my poor mood.

Apparently, there was no fooling Talia. “Fine, I guess you don’t want to talk about it right now. But remember that you can talk to me about anything,” she gave me a reassuring smile before heading over to wait on a table.

I sighed and took a seat at the counter. I knew that I would eventually have to face Talia, but how could I tell her about what’s going on when even I didn’t know. At this point, all I knew was that last night when I saw Prince Tristan drunk and dancing on random girls, I could feel my heart break. It wasn’t heartbreak I was feeling; I barely knew him. What hurt was the realization that Tristan would always remain a self-centered player with no sense of responsibility.

“Taking a break already Jamie?” a voice brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Gran staring at me.

“Sorry, I was just thinking and must’ve zoned out,” I gave a sheepish smile.

“Well save your zone outs for another time and please get back to work. Besides, your favorite customer is sitting in your section, so I suggest you serve her quick,” Gran nodded over towards my section. Sure enough, I could see that oh- too- familiar bleach blonde hair draped over the booth dead center in my section. 

“Can you please please wait on her? Even you know she has it out for me,” I pleaded.

Gran laughed and shook her head, “Sorry Jam but you have to handle this one on your own. I’ve got to run into town and mail a letter but I’ll be back in an hour or so. Make sure the phone is always answered in case it’s a call regarding the Prince’s ball.” With that, she gave me a quick hug, grabbed her purse, and ran out the door.

I took a couple deep breaths before slowly heading over to the booth. If I were asked to describe Celia DeMarco, there wouldn’t be enough negative words in the dictionary to do it. While most people view Celia as a wealthy socialite, I see her for who she really is, a spiteful bitch. Over the years, I have never spoken a word to her, unless I was serving her, yet I’ve still managed to leave a negative mark on her. Now, it seems that her only goal in life is to make my life miserable.