Camilla's pov.

The coffee machine hissed, as I poured the last order into a paper cup. It was nearly closing time in the cafe, and I was already so worn out.

“Camilla!”, my manager's voice pierced through the air. I flinched, nearly dropping the cup.

“Y-yes, sir?”

He stormed over, his eyes were blaring with fury, he slammed a brown envelope on the kitchen counter.

“Explain this! What the hell is this doing in the tip box? I blinked profusely, confused of what was going on, I opened the envelope, it contained lots of money. “I..I don't know. I didn't see it before”

“Liar!”, he snapped, his spit flying all over my face. “Stealing from the customers now, huh? You think just because you smile all soft and sweet, you can get away with theft?

Tears gathered in my eyes. “No.. please..I didn't take anything. I- I swear, I don't know how it got there.

People turned to stare, my throat was tight, my hands were shaking violently now. Heat crawled up my cheek in shame.

“You're fired! Get out of my shop now, before I call the cops”.

My whole world shattered in my own sight. I couldn't afford to lose this job again, Aurora needs treatment. “I- didn't …”, my voice broke.

He pointed to the door. “OUT!”.

Just like that, I lost the only job that was my source of living. I walked through the high way, aimlessly. As I stared at people, laughing and all happy, but I've never had a peaceful day in my life. Cooking was an escape from life 's troubles. I have always dreamed of owning my own restaurant, where the bigger class would come and eat, but I guess some dreams are best left as a wish. I loved cooking at such a young age, back then when mama always made the Italian Spaghetti, which was my best food. She's dead now, yes! They had a car accident, when they were coming back from a visit, the car brake suddenly stopped, and the car stumbled on a billboard near the road, smoke was oozing from the car, but no one helped. Till the car blew up, and both were injured and couldn't make it. I was still at college when I heard the news, I cried for weeks and didn't eat. I went to visit my sister back home, she was so thin and barely even talked, because of the trauma. After their death, life hasn't been so easy. Aurora was in the hospital, laying lifeless on the hospital bed, as she needed a kidney transplant. The doctor had said,it was an immediate surgery, and time wasn't by our side. And I had no money, the rent was due, the roof in the kitchen was leaking, due to the constant rain, I had no money to fix it. I always called my uncles, but they never picked. They blamed the death of our parents on us. I have applied for cooking shows, cooking jobs, and a stay home cook, but all I got was rejection. Ethan's house wasn't far from where I was, so I took a cab that dropped me at his house. At least, he was the only person who has been there for me, always cared for me, we've been dating about two years ago, when we met at a party. I walked further, and rang the bell, but no one was answering. Maybe he was in his art gallery, I had a spare key to his house, and fortunately I took it along. I unlocked the door, as I entered. The first thing I saw was a lady's clothes on the floor, a shoe and a bag. No…it can't be possible, Ethan wouldn't do this to me. I walked further, following the sound of the noise, coming from his bedroom. I opened the door, and as I met Ethan on another woman. I was beyond shocked, I watched as he didn't mind if I was there. “ You've seen it, finally. I don't love you, get the fuck out of my house”, and he truly threw me out. On the way, a heavy rain started as it rained heavily, I had nowhere to go, my house was not close enough, and I couldn't see well due to the rain. I sat under the rain for hours, as I cried my eyes out. I lost my job and on the same day I got cheated on, and I heard a shocking statement today. He doesn't love me, so he had played with my feelings through this year, so I had been a pawn in his game, all along he had someone he was sleeping with, while I had to be the devoted fiance. Two years of my life was wasted, everything was so tiring, at this point I felt like dying.

After the rain subsided, I stood up, took my tote bag and held it near my chest, as I walked home with wet clothes, while people stared at me. By the time I got home, I was beyond tired, I pulled my bra and offed the wet clothes, as I collapsed on my chair. After a good cry to sleep, I woke up, washed my face and started cooking. It wasn't the end of life, I gave my all to the relationship, but I guess I can't really give him what he wants. I headed to the kitchen, to cook the last macaroni I had. I intended on making macaroni and cheese. After it was ready, I ate and washed the dishes, and I checked my phone for any updates. I wanted to turn off my phone and head to bed, as a notification popped out on my screen. I viewed it, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. “You've been hired as a chef, for Dominic Hale. Come 9am, for the schedules. Have a nice day ma'am”. Whatttt?