CHAPTER 59 INSTAGRAM BAILEY!

Hudson! Thankfully, to the moon goddess, whom I was so grateful to. My rescue, my relief, came in the form of the waiter who returned with our food in a large trolley with a backup waiter. But I felt for the servers because I knew what they might get from Bailey. She was already glaring at them for interrupting her. She doesn't love to be interrupted whatsoever and by whomsoever. My stomach rumbled in anticipation as they meticulously arranged the food on the table. The aroma that hit my nose was tantalizing, and I knew it was definitely going to be delicious. “Who is managing this fucked up restaurant and employing will-gotten staff like you rotten things? How can you be so rude and uncultured? There is a door at that entrance for a reason; shouldn't your brain tell you what to do? You were supposed to knock before entering with your stinky selves! I will need to see your manager to inform them of your uncalled-for attitude towards someone who is my person! I am so disappointed wi