She had just sat down when a waiter walked over, bent over, and handed her a menu with both hands, "Miss, please order."
Lyra Smith took the menu politely.
She knows how to behave.
She opened the menu, and the smile on her face froze momentarily. As she flipped to the next page, her expression gradually cracked...
The waiter noticed the unusual expression on her face. Having received professional training, he wisely chose not to say anything unwarranted, and instead asked in a low voice, "Miss, is there anything I can assist you with?"
"No." Lyra Smith curled her eyelashes and forced a smile. "I will take a bit more time."
The waiter nodded, standing patiently aside.
Lyra Smith looked at the prices of every single item on the menu, recalling the days when she used to spend lavishly. Forget it, she told herself, those days are past and now she was destitute. Living beyond her means was not an option anymore.
