"NICOLE! Where's the food for table 7!!"

"NICOLE! Where's the drinks to table 2!!"

"NICOLE! The customers from table 5 wants to order!"

"NICOLE! You messed up the orders to table 1!!"

Yup! My name is Nicole and I am working at a small noodle restaurant in Seoul called 'The Noodle Palace'. Originally I am from San Francisco, California, but because my dad died mysteriously which was said to be the works of the Mafia, his buisiness started to decline. To top it off, my step mother LOVES to gamble which resulted us into selling the company and moving back to Korea. As soon as my father died, my step mother and step sister treated my like a slave whenever buisiness was slow, they would not feed me. I am 18 and thankfully I am graduating this year from high school so I can move away from this family. I would have never guessed that this one normal day I went to buy groceries can impact such a big twist to my life.

Please do not copy, repost, or plagarize anywhere else. I worked hard on the story. *Points* If I catch you, you will become fried chicken meat . <3 :)