"Leah, make sure to do whatever Mr. Taylor tells you." Her mother reminded her for the hundredth time as she went to the kitchen to get more clean, empty glasses for the champagne.
At the moment, Mr. Taylor had assigned her to refill the champagne glasses by the counter. However, she also occasionally served them when there was a high demand, especially when more guests arrived at the party.
Initially, she struggled to catch up with the other staff since this was her first time working on a party this size. But she was a quick learner; eventually, she got the hang of it.
"Don't worry about me, Mom. I got this covered." She assured her mother, who couldn't stop hovering over her like a mother hen. Her mother had been the rock of their family as long as she could remember, especially when her father got seriously ill and eventually died.
