The clock struck three.
Francesca walked amongst the royalty, but she was invisible.
She held her tray high, perhaps trying to catch the attention of a guest. They just plucked caviar from thin-air and continued their ramblings.
Maybe, just maybe, she could save up enough to get out of here, out of this job, this town, this family, this life.
Francesca pulled her shoulders back and held the tray higher – she might as well make the most of the moment.