Chapter 217

Elizabeth’s POV

“You had one simple task, how could you not get it right, fucking Americans,” I snapped, feeling the anger still rising in my chest like something alive. My voice cut through the café loud enough for a few heads to turn, but I didn’t care. The stupidity in front of me needed to be addressed.

I could still feel the sting in my palm from when I slapped him the first time, and honestly, I didn’t think I had hit him hard enough. Maybe I should have poured the other drink on his worthless uniform too. It would’ve matched nicely with the first splash ruining my dress. The embarrassment still burned, and every second I looked at his trembling face made my irritation spike even higher.

“Elizabeth, enough. He said he was sorry. Let it go.” Lauren’s voice came from beside me, low but sharp. She subtly tilted her head toward the other custom