From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea )

“Not a big deal, I’ve got some snacks for you. Take these. By the way, where’s your family?” said the girl gently.

The little boy shook his head, “I don’t know. I came out by myself.”

“You shouldn’t be out here alone. It’s not safe. How about I walk you back home?”

He nodded, “Thank you.”

Watching this heartwarming scene unfold, Daniel couldn’t help but slow his pace.

The man in charge noticed Daniel’s interest and quickly whispered to his assistant with a savvy eye, “Check out that young lady.”

“Right away, sir,” the assistant replied respectfully.

Soon the girl in the white summer dress vanished into the crowd with the little boy in tow, and Daniel continued on his way.

“Mr. Robinson, your car is here,” said the man beside Daniel, holding the door open with deference.

Once inside the vehicle, the man glanced at the message the assistant had forwarded to him. and, with a sycophantic smile, said, “Mr. Robinson, that young lady we just saw at the entrance. is Rebecca Morris, the newly welcomed daughter of the Morris family.”

Daniel was taken aback.

So it was her! No wonder she looked so familiar.

His opinion of Rebecca had plummeted after the broken engagement fiasco, but it seemed he had been mistaken about the whole situation.

A woman who showed such kindness to a begging child couldn’t be the type to call off an engagement over wealth.

Daniel’s thoughts were racing.

Returning from the market, Carole was already bustling about in the kitchen.

Anthea took the spatula from her hands, “Mom, go rest. I’ve got this covered.”

“But this isn’t your job,” Carole protested. Knowing full well that the Morris family had cooks and maids, she doubted Anthea had ever stepped foot in a kitchen.

Anthea chuckled, “I picked up a few things while with the Morris family. Don’t underestimate me. You should take care of your health and avoid the kitchen fumes.”

In truth, the original Anthea couldn’t cook at all.

Anthea’s culinary skills had been honed in another world. Anthea could really cook. Not only

were her dishes delicious, but they were also beneficial in other ways. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then I’ll help by washing the veggies,” Carole said, reaching for the produce Anthea had brought.

Anthea got to work efficiently. In no time, the kitchen was filled with enticing aromas.

Carole was surprised and hadn’t expected Anthea to be so capable.

At five–thirty in the evening, Anthea arrived at the rotisserie for her shift.

A young man in white sat at the counter, engrossed in his writing, unaware of Anthea’s arrival.

“Hello,” Anthea greeted him.

He looked up, meeting her bright eyes, blushing slightly. “We’re not open yet.”

For the first time in his life, he saw a girl as beautiful as her. She could easily outshine the campus belle.

Just then, Harriet emerged and greeted Anthea with a smile, bring your ID?”

“Yes, here it is.” Anthea handed over her ID to Harriet.

“You’re just eighteen?”

Anthea nodded.

“Oh, there you are, dear! Did yo

Harriet smiled, “Same age as my son. But he’s still in his senior year of high school.”

Anthea smiled, not adding anything to the conversation.

Harriet went on to explain the job details to Anthea, “In this line of work, you need to keep your eyes and ears open. Be quick on your feet…”

The work was varied. Anthea would be carrying plates, cleaning, and tidying up after

customers.

The young man watched Anthea’s figure as she worked, frowning slightly. Was, she here to

work?

Was it a summer job or was she full–time?

If she was full–time, did that mean she hadn’t finished high school?

That would mean her education was quite limited…