Jason's POV:
It's official—the universe hates me. The waiter who spilled drinks all over me was now down on his knees, stammering out apologies while the press snapped away, their cameras practically firing like machine guns. I could already see the headlines for tomorrow: "Jason King Drowning in Champagne!" or "The King's Royal Mess-Up." Just great. Great. Just what I needed.
"Forgive me, sir," the waiter pleaded, looking panicked. "I'm truly sorry; I lost my balance."
Lost his balance? This guy just made me the centerpiece of tomorrow's humiliating tabloids with ridiculous captions. My first instinct was to fire him on the spot, but then I'd blow my cover, making this whole situation a thousand times worse. Before I could let my frustration slip, though, Ella stepped in. She bent down, lifting the guy off his knees and reassuring him, saying it was okay and that it was just an accident, no need to beat himself up.
