Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a Waitress

Whathappenswhen,inthemidstofstrugglingtokeepupwithlife,yousuddenlydiscoverthatyouwereaprincessinapastlife?Now,you'rejustawaitresswithadrunkenmotherandapileofbillstopay.Butdeepdown,youknowonething:you’llfindthestupidjerkresponsibleforendingyourroyallife,nomatterwhatittakes.AlexiaPOV:Thentherearethespoiled,narcissisticrichjerkswhothinktheirdaddy'scargivesthemafreepasstotreatwomenlikeobjects.Nottoday,Satan.Theseguysarelikewalkingperfumeadswithegosbiggerthantheirbankaccounts.Iswear,theyshouldjustmarrythemselves—they'reclearlytheirowntype.Whenoneofthosejerkslandsatmytable,Icansmelltheentitlementfromamileaway.Idon'tevenwaitfortheinevitablesleazypickuplineorthe“accidental”brushoftheirhandagainstmine.Nope.Ipawnthemoffononeoftheotherwaitersfasterthanyoucansay“unpaidrent.”