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CHAPTER 21: First Day Jitters.

Author: Daisy
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-05 17:21:24

ALESSA'S POV

I had promised. Monday, I said. I’ll start work on Monday.

Well… Monday came.

Despite the nervous excitement fluttering in my chest, a strange hollowness clung to me. I wasn’t ready.

Not really. Not mentally. Not emotionally.

The idea of walking into a place like Plin, sleek, professional, full of people who probably knew exactly what they were doing, made my palms sweat.

That night, my brain ran marathons.

Every choice I ever made, every awkward moment, every fear whispering you’re not enough, it all played on repeat.

But Monday didn’t care about nerves.

So, like always, I got up.

My routine was my sanctuary. I padded into the kitchen where the chef was already setting up.

I helped out, nothing fancy she won't let me do much anyways. Just chopping, arranging, laughing when I nearly dropped a pan of eggs. Breakfast always felt better when I had a hand in it. It gave me a sense of control, however small.

As we served the food, I kept glancing at Michael.

Expecting… somethi
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