Chapter 1053 Don't Overestimate Yourself
Although the bar was chaotic, Cecilia believed that as long as she kept to herself, there wouldn't be any problems. After all, she was just here to earn some hard-earned money.
Around eight or nine o'clock that evening, the bar was at its busiest. Cecilia carried a tray, delivering drinks to the customers.
Many male customers were entangled with female customers at their seats. At first, Cecilia would blush and her heart would race, but after three days, she got used to it and pretended not to see anything.
During a break from serving drinks, Cecilia stood at the bar, looking down at her white shirt with a frown of discomfort.
The shirt was too small, practically bursting at the seams.
She was wearing the uniform provided by the bar owner: a white shirt, a black skirt, and a black vest.
At first glance, it seemed like a normal outfit, but the shirt and vest were unusually small. The white shirt was missing two buttons at the collar, revealing a bit of cleavage even without bending down. The black skirt was so short that Cecilia didn't dare to bend over, fearing it would expose her underwear.
Her colleague, Luna Bailey, saw Cecilia frowning at her uniform again and whispered, "Stop looking at it. It won't change."
"Can we talk to the boss about getting a more normal uniform?" Cecilia frowned.
Luna shook her head. "No way. Many people have tried before. The boss is very stubborn and says if you can't adapt, you can leave."
Luna was from Nyxonia and was also studying here. Her family wasn't well-off, so she worked here to support herself.
Hearing this, Cecilia could only swallow her anger. After all, she was poor and had no leverage.
Luna whispered again, "The boss is very shrewd. This bar attracts a lot of single men because of the chance for a hookup. If we, the waitresses, dress a bit more provocatively, it attracts even more customers. Haven't you noticed how many men's eyes are on us?"
Hearing this, Cecilia felt a wave of nausea. She glanced around and saw that Luna was right. Several single men without female companions were indeed eyeing the waitresses. The boss was a shrewd businessman, no wonder he offered such high wages.
"Table 13, a whiskey," The bartender said, handing over a drink.
Cecilia quickly placed the drink on her tray and headed to table 13.
When she reached table 13, she squatted slightly, afraid her skirt was too short and would reveal something inappropriate. As she lifted the whiskey to place it in front of the customer, she looked up and saw a familiar face.
Seeing Daryl, Cecilia was stunned.
He hadn't bothered her for the past few days. Cecilia thought that after she stood up to him last time, he wouldn't come back to pester her. She didn't expect to see him here.
Noticing Daryl's scrutinizing gaze, Cecilia knew this wasn't a coincidence. He must have come specifically to find her.
Daryl's eyes scanned Cecilia, his expression growing darker. He sneered. "So your high and mighty attitude was all an act. You even take a job like this?"
Hearing this, Cecilia frowned. She noticed his suit was very well-tailored, and this was a high-end place. The drink she was holding cost as much as several days of their living expenses. Cecilia was worried he might have borrowed money from classmates and done something irrational.
She needed to find a way to make him leave quickly.
Cecilia coldly said, "This is a place for rich people, not for you. You should leave now!"
With that, she placed the drink in front of Daryl and turned to leave, not wanting to give him any hope.
Cecilia walked back to the bar, glancing occasionally in Daryl's direction, but he showed no signs of leaving, making her anxious.
"What's wrong? You seem off today," Luna asked, approaching Cecilia.
"Nothing, my stomach hurts a bit. I'm going to the restroom. Can you cover for me?" Cecilia said.
"Go ahead." Luna nodded.
Cecilia turned and headed to the restroom.
Rather than needing the restroom, Cecilia was hiding in it.
Standing at the sink, Cecilia couldn't help but cry.
Even though she had decided to break up, facing Daryl still made her heart race. Seeing him made her panic. If not for a strong resolve in her heart, she would have broken down in tears.
Cecilia stayed in the restroom for 15 minutes, thinking Daryl might have left by now, and then came out.
As soon as she exited, she saw a figure standing opposite, holding a cigarette. Smoke curled up, slowly rising above his head.
In the months they were together, he never smoked. Cecilia frowned, thinking he smoking was because of her.
Cecilia and Daryl locked eyes. She noticed he looked haggard, with stubble on his chin.
He used to be very clean and tidy, his clothes and hair always immaculate.
Seeing him like this, Cecilia felt a pang in her heart.
Daryl needed a stable life. His grades were excellent, and his future was bright. She couldn't drag him down or ruin him because of her.
Cecilia walked straight up to Daryl and asked, "Daryl, I thought you were a broad-minded person. Do you think what you're doing now makes any sense?"
Daryl stubbed out his cigarette on the ground and sneered. "Cecilia, don't overestimate yourself. Do you think I would still love a vain woman like you?"
"Then why are you bothering me?" Cecilia stared at Daryl.
Daryl's eyes locked onto Cecilia like a wolf eyeing a sheep, and he stepped closer.
Cecilia, terrified by his gaze, took two steps back, only to bump into the hard wall.
Daryl stepped forward, placing his hands on the wall on either side of Cecilia's head.
Daryl used his body and arms to trap Cecilia in a small space.
"What are you doing?" Cecilia stared at Daryl with fearful eyes.
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