CHAPTER 72:

“Hazel. Table no 33 wants some extra sauce for their chicken wings.” Clara came near the counter, tossing the tray in the plastic container.

“On it!” Hazel muttered and filled the small porcelain container with the sauce. While balancing the tray expertly with drinks, sauce, and a Mac and cheese she went to the required tables to deliver the order.

In a grey uniform that consisted of a button-up blouse with a short skirt showing her shapely legs paired with half-inch black heels, she looked beautiful yet graceful. Her hair was tied in a braid which always required Clara’s assistance as the hotel’s code never allowed them to keep the hair down or to make a chignon.

It was the executive restaurant of a five-star hotel, the second topmost hotel of the city, where sixty to seventy percent of the customers used to be hotel guests. She got the job with the help of Clara who was not only her college fellow but also a very good friend