Chapter 43

Giselle didn't continue the topic. Thinking back to that night, Rose smiled and patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. Someone already covered the damage from that night. And those two 20-year-old bottles of wine you served in that private room full of ladies? I've already noted it down for you—they'll count toward your regular commission." Giselle quickly thanked her. Rose patted her shoulder again. Looking at the calm elegance in Giselle's features, Rose knew she wouldn't stay in the bar long. Giselle wasn't one of their kind. The bar had been Rose's life and livelihood, but for Giselle, it was just a temporary refuge. Rose smiled. Fate had brought them together, even if only briefly, and she wouldn't hesitate to help her if she could. "Go ahead." "Thanks." Giselle turned and left. That night, Giselle served quite a few bottles of wine, but they were all inexpensive, around a few hundred dollars each. Everything went smoothly, nothing happened, and she felt quite sa