This was by far the biggest house she had ever been in. The walls were porcelain, the floors looked of gold. Dancing and socializing on those floors were people who looked so rich and fancy, Dawnika had to resist the urge to ask for a tip. Yes, a freaking tip.

No thanks to Isaiah, she was forced to waitress again, only this time, there were hundreds of people. Thankfully none of them were getting drunk, and none were trying to grab her ass. Her uniform wasn't like the one from the night before, but in fact was a blue and silver, short gown that fell just below her knees. As much as Dawnika hated dresses, she couldn't help but fall in love with it.

When she first put it on, Dawnika spun around like a silly little girl, until she almost got motion sickness. At that point, she finally settled herself in a pair of red-bottom heels, and began prancing around as best as she could. Her outfit was matching with Olivia and her adorable little daughter. Compared to the cheeky, toothless, little girl who was passing out sugar cookies and homemade caramel, they were odd balls walking around in stilts.