“I’ve made a decision. I want to go live simply in a village. I want to meet a man who loves me for who I am, not for my money.”
“What madness! You should marry a rich, respected man.”
“No, Mother, I don’t want that. I want to choose my own path.”
Marie was a very beautiful woman, very rich, but she had no husband. She came from a very prestigious family in the city. Most of the men who gathered around her did so for her money. Always for her money.
But Marie wanted none of those men.
Her parents had proposed several rich, respected men for her to marry, but she had always refused.
Marie told herself that she wanted a simple man, a man who was not too rich, a respectful man, a man who would truly love her for who she was and not for her money.
One day, Marie spoke with her mother.
“Mother, I’ve made a decision,” she said calmly.
“What decision?” her mother asked, intrigued.
“I want to go to a village and live simply. I want to find a job as a waitress or any simple job. I want to meet a man who will love me for who I am, not for my money.”
Her mother became furious.
“What madness! You come from a rich family. You should marry a rich and respected man, just as we planned.”
“No, Mother, I don’t want that. I want to choose my own path.”
Her father stepped in.
“Marie, think carefully. You will lose everything if you do this.”
“I know what I’m doing, Father. I have to do it for myself.”
Despite her parents’ protests, Marie remained firm. She made her decision and left.
A few days later, Marie left the city. She arrived in a small village a few hours away. She found a modest little apartment and settled there.
Then she began looking for work.
After a few days, she found a restaurant. The owner agreed to hire her as a waitress. Marie began her new job.
Every morning, she put on a simple uniform and served customers. She took orders, served dishes, and cleaned tables. It was a simple life, far from the luxury and wealth of her family.
It was the beginning of a new life.
Marie woke up early the next morning. She put on a plain uniform, nothing like the elegant dresses and sparkling jewelry she used to wear in the city. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She wore no makeup, no accessories. Just herself—simple and discreet.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she met the owner.
“Hello, I’m Marie, your new waitress,” she said politely.
“Good. You start today,” the owner replied. “Serve the customers well and everything will go fine.”
Marie nodded and got to work.
The customers were not always kind.
A woman came in with her children and looked Marie up and down with a frown.
“Hey, you, the new one—do you even know what you’re doing?” the woman asked mockingly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Marie answered calmly.
While she was taking their order, the children whispered to each other.
“Look how strange she is.”
“Yes, maybe she’s rich, but she doesn’t look like a real waitress.”
Marie smiled faintly and kept working. She did not let the mockery get to her.
Some men came to the restaurant with their friends. They looked at her sometimes, but none of them seemed truly interested in her. They were just joking around.
“You’re new here, right?” one of them said.
“You look like you don’t know how to serve.”
Leave a Comment