“What happened?” Monica asked, worried. Antonia took a moment to speak. “I’ve been found out. He’s expecting me downstairs. I have to go,” she said. “Don’t be silly,” Georgette said. “He can’t control you. What’s he going to do? Get you fired? I don’t think so.” Antonia nodded her head, fighting back the tears. “Remember the last time you took my station?” she asked Georgette. The other woman nodded. “Well, it was because my brother was sitting at one of my tables. My real name is Antonia Attracelli.” There was a pregnant pause before Monica exclaimed, “You’re kidding, right?” Antonia shook her head, wishing it wasn’t true. Monica’s stunned expression spoke volumes. “You’re related to the Attracelli family?” Her tone indicated that she was hurt. Antonia nodded. She was ashamed that she’d lied to her friends for so long. Well, she hadn’t exactly lied, but she’d omitted a great deal. “So, if my brothers want me fired, I’m fired,”
