Chapter 2 - The Compassionate Server
The cinematic realism of the moment was completely paralyzing.
Nora entirely ignored the vicious threat hanging in the air. She didn't look at the angry socialite. Instead, she gently turned her head, looking softly at the eighty-year-old woman in the wheelchair.
Nora’s dark eyes were filled with genuine, profound concern. She could see that the elderly woman was breathing shallowly, her lips slightly cracked, looking incredibly frail under the hot chandelier lights.
"Are you hurt?" Nora asked, her tone incredibly gentle and caring, speaking to the matriarch as if the screaming blonde woman didn't even exist.
The older woman looked up at Nora, her grey eyes reflecting a deep, exhausted sorrow.
"No, dear," the older woman replied calmly, her voice fragile but dignified.
The blonde socialite’s face turned violently red. The fact that the peasant waitress was completely ignoring her authority in front of the wealthy guests was an absolute, unacceptable insult. She released Nora’s arm and stepped aggressively closer, invading Nora’s personal space.
She pointed a diamond-ringed finger directly at Nora’s face in a dominant, physically reprimanding manner.
"Your position is carrying plates!" the blonde woman shouted loudly, ensuring the surrounding tables stopped to watch the humiliation. "You do not speak to us unless spoken to!"
Nora didn't flinch. She held the silver tray steady, staring dead into the socialite's eyes.
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"She asked for water," Nora stated firmly, her voice entirely unwavering.
👉 The blonde woman raised her hand to slap the insolent waitress, but a polite Asian man was about to completely shatter her reality.
