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Hints of a Betrayed Heart

Despite their snobbish behavior, you had hoped since that day you met them that Upper Crust and Jet Set’s relationship would be fixed. They haven’t come to the restaurant since then. Whether or not it was because you were the new waiter was beyond you.

While you weren’t sure how things were going for the wealthy couple, you on the other hand had a good life here in Canterlot. As Moondancer and Lunar allowed you to stay with them in the library, you’ve been making some more good friends these last two weeks. Amongst them were Fleur De Lis and Fortis and you once visited a restaurant called the Tasty Treat where you met the head chef Saffron Masala, who was also married to a human she called Rasoiya.

Since they were fair enough to ignore your differences and give you a job, you were responsible and always showed up on time at the restaurant. Setting an alarm each night to wake up at 8:00 A.M. This was more than enough time to eat and get cleaned up before work, not to mention get some practice in on your singing.

Unfortunately, when you stepped outside and picked up today’s paper, any hope you had for Upper Crust’s relationship had been crushed. Right there written in big, bold letters read: ‘Jet Set and Upper Crust Divorced’. Strangely enough as you read through the paper, there weren't any specific reasons why they ended their marriage.

You would have to wonder about the details later, as getting to work was your main objective. Today your job would be to work behind the restaurant’s bar. Turns out before you got the job, the establishment already had three waiters, but in such a luxurious, five-star joint there was only so much that could be done. But since you’re here now, things have slowly gotten easier.

Upon arriving, the manager still gave you the gruff look as usual, but you put up with it. Knowing the drill, you retreat to the staff’s changing room to switch into your uniform.

Since there were no customers here yet, you could pass the time by polishing the drinking glasses and cleaning the tables. As long as you kept it down, the manager didn’t mind music, so you made things fun by humming a classic tune.

“Still a musical one aren’t you?” you looked to see one of the waiters named Golden Platter. “Tell me, did someone ever teach you how to sing, or were you self-taught?” he asked.

“I guess self-taught,” you answered as you moved on to the next glass. “I always viewed music to be a favorable hobby, not to mention, it helps relieve stress.”

Of all the staff in this restaurant, you got along best with Golden Platter. It seemed he was the only worker here who didn’t act like a snob and treated you as an equal. It certainly made the job so much easier for both you and him.

Suddenly, the doors opened up and who should show up first? It was none other than Upper Crust and of course, she wasn’t looking too happy.

“Ah, Ms. Upper Crust, we have a table set up for you. Right this way, if you please,” the stallion at the front desk said as he lead her over to the bar. That was your cue to get ready and service her.

“Good morning Ms. Upper Crust,” you politely greeted her, hoping to lighten her mood at least a little bit. It was wishful thinking, as she didn’t even smirk seeing that you would be the one to serve her. Seeing how things were getting a little awkward, Golden Platter moved to a table further away from the bar.

“What would you like to drink today?” you asked, still trying to cheer the poor mare.

“A glass of wine. Whichever is strong and make it snappy! I want to forget about this whole divorce ordeal,” Upper Crust said squeezing the bridge between her eyes.

You looked around and saw no one was looking as you poured the wine in one of the glasses you had cleaned not too long ago. You handed the glass to the mare who without even thanking you, pulled out her purse and gave you 25 bits. Ordinary wine was cheaper however, considering how strong it is this kind had a higher price.

Right as you got done pouring the drink, you give it to Upper Crust. She takes the glass and drinks it in big sips, but stopped halfway and coughed, probably from her throat burning.

“Are you alright,” you asked as you extended your hand. In response, Upper Crust smacked it away with a glare.

“Don’t touch me, you big oaf! Just mind your own business and fill up my glass whenever it runs empty, got it?” she hissed through her teeth. You nod and prepared another glass. You didn’t take it personally, as she was clearly just upset about her divorce. It must have been tough for her to leave the stallion she’s loved for years.

Giving her the glass, you wondered what could’ve been done to save their marriage. As before, Upper Crust gave you another 25 bits before she downed her drink. She coughed only slightly this time and started panting.

“Another glass of wine, now!” she demanded.

You put your hand on hers, thinking about what you can do to cheer her up. Just anything that could lift her spirits. Your thoughts were interrupted by Upper Crust pulling her hand away from yours and then she slaps you across the face.

“I said to give me another glass of wine, I never said you could put your hands on me you filthy ape!” she hissed.

“Oof! M-My bad, miss. Please, allow me to make it up to you,” you said politely. You grabbed the bottle of wine and leaned it over her cup. “Here, this one is on the house,” you said leading Upper Crust to raise an eyebrow.

“No, I can pay for it...” she tried to say, but you raised a hand.

“No, no, no. On the house,” you insisted after making sure no one was watching. This goes against restaurant policy, but you wanted to make it up to her for touching her hand earlier.

“Whatever, but don’t blame me if your paycheck comes up a few bits short,” she said, rolling her eyes. You smirked knowing that your kindness was more rewarding than all the bits in Equestria.

“No worries, if it means I can turn that frown of yours around, I’m willing to take that risk,” you said, putting on a smile.

You guess you could say you got lucky as Upper Crust finished her unpaid drink right before the manager came out. His expression became sympathetic when he saw who it was that you were serving.

“Well, well, well. Nice to see how well you’re taking such good care of our first customer of the day,” he said.

“I think I’ve had enough. I’ll be taking my leave for today,” Upper Crust said.

“We hope you enjoyed your time here, Ms. Upper Crust, maybe some other time when you come back, you can have enjoy your meals with some love music. You see, thanks to the excellent business, we were able to purchase a brand new karaoke machine,” the manager explained.

“It’s not like I have other plans,” she said with a shrug.

“Oh, I’ve got the perfect idea!” you said before looking at the manager. “Sir, if you don't mind, I’d like to sing. It's been a while since I sang in front of a live audience,” This idea struck Upper Crust as odd. After all, you barely knew one another.

“Wait, you’d like to sing?” the manager asked before he snickered a bit. “If you wish to make a fool of yourself on stage, then by all means, go right ahead.”

“Great, thank you, sir!” you said, excited. You wasted no time in helping the manager bring in the karaoke machine and set it up just in time for Upper Crust to be able to get a front row seat to this special event.

You went through each song on the karaoke machine until you found the right one. You selected it and grabbed the mic before you cleared your throat, feeling the thrill of performing for an audience once again. Once you were ready, you finally letting loose that singing voice.

Once you were done singing, the staff was left open mouths, as you didn’t make much of a fool of yourself after all. You didn’t say it, but you actually sang the song out of a desperate attempt to ease Upper Crust’s suffering.

You didn’t hear any sort of response from the high class lady as she took her leave. This made you wonder if you made a mistake. Just as she was about to walk out the doorway, she stumbles and leans against the door.

You grew concerned and hurried over. “Whoa, whoa! We can’t have you hitting the pavement, now can we?” you joked, making her glare at you. It was clear that all that wine was taking its toll and messing with her movements. She may be haughty and rude, but you felt it was your responsibility to get her home safely.

“I’ll be back soon sir,” you told your manager.

“Don’t take too long when coming back, you hear me?” he asked. You nodded as you made sure Upper Crust was secure before you exit the restaurant.

To no surprise, you got a lot of stares from Canterlot civilians as you walked Upper Crust back to her home. However just as you didn’t care that your manager laughed about you asking to sing, you didn’t care about the many eyes staring at you from every direction, especially since you were doing the right thing.

Even if you did care, you wouldn’t have to endure the stares much longer, as Upper Crust stopped you as you arrived at a large mansion.

“Holy smokes! You must come from some serious bits!” you exclaimed.

“Do not yell in my ear,” she scowled. Apologizing to the agitated mare, you followed her instructions of how to get her to her bedroom.

The inside of Upper Crust’s mansion felt like one of those luxurious houses at Beverly Hills only this was much bigger. Thankfully, Upper Crust knew her way around and thanks to her instructions, you were able to find her bedroom within minutes.

Entering the room, you found a large king sized bed with curtains that were set up on each corner of the bed. Across from her bed was a golden mirror with makeup scattered on the dresser. The left hand side of the dresser had a gorgeous bathroom with a shower inside a huge glass box, while the right hand side had a doorway leading to her wardrobe.

“Not that I’m going to thank you, but why are you helping me?” Upper Crust asked as you laid her on the bed.

“Everyone deserves a little helping hand every now and then. So I guess you could say it’s in my nature,” you answered with a smile.

“We... We barely even know each other, yet you act like it’s no big deal helping out complete strangers.”

“Where I came from, it didn’t matter who it was whether it was my friends or strangers, I was always one to help others. I do it because it’s the right thing to do. Isn’t that how this world works, Ms. Crust?”

She went silent after hearing you say that. Watching her grip the sheets of her bed, it didn’t take an expert to know that she was thinking about her husband, or ex husband to be more precise. Like you did at the restaurant, you attempt to comfort Upper Crust by putting your hand on top of hers. You braced yourself, thinking she would slap you again, but no such thing happened.

“You.. You saw the news, didn’t you?” she asked quietly.

“I read the article this morning. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there weren’t specific details on why you divorced,” you said carefully. You could sense the mare was warming up to you. You didn’t want to say something to ruin that.

“Promise me you’ll keep this hush-hush,” she practically begged. You were even more curious because of the change in attitude, but nonetheless you agreed. Upper Crust let out a sigh before she spoke.

“As you assumed, even though the paper doesn’t show them, there are indeed reasons behind the divorce. It happened last week when I followed Jet Set one day after he left work. Of course he had no idea that I was watching him, but what I saw that filthy pig do next, I could never forget...”

“I’m listening,” you urged.

“I watched him approach a house I’ve never seen before and I learned not long after that... he was cheating on me for the owner,” she said practically in tears by this point.

You couldn’t believe what just came out of her lips. You suspected from that day you met Upper Crust and her husband were having problems with their marriage, but you never thought the conflicts would lead to an affair. You weren’t usually one to get angry, but this is an exception.

“Through a small crack in the curtains, I saw it all happen. The scoundrel in that mare’s chambers... having sex,” she spat finally breaking down into tears. Masking your rage with a sympathetic expression, you wrapped your arms around the poor, betrayed mare. You patiently waited for her to settle down before asking her to continue her story.

“What happened next?” you asked once she stopped crying.

“That night I naturally confronted Jet Set about the betrayal and decided there was no hope left for our marriage after what I witnessed. However we knew that both our reputations would be damaged by the humiliation of ponies learning of the affair. Therefore we kept our reasons for our divorce a secret,” she answered.

“Where is Jet Set now?” you asked as a little bit of your anger had begun to show.

“I don’t know, he sort of just left for Manehattan after we split up. And good riddance to him! For whatever love he had for me, he showed by letting me keep 70% of the fortune. But what’s the point of it?! Not even wine can fix what Jet Set did to me!”

You wanted to get angry right then and there, but there was no point in beating around the bush, since Jet Set already got what he had coming to him. But right now, you know that Upper Crust is the one who needs someone whom she can trust. Even if she was snobbish, she didn’t deserve to go through such heartache.

“There are many other stallions who would surely treat you better and respect your trust. I have no doubt a mare as beautiful as you would have no problems finding a date,” you assured. However the mood got awkward when you realized what you had said.

“I-I should probably get back to work,” you said frantically. However you stopped when this time it Upper Crust who put her hand on yours. When you turned your attention back to hers, the next thing you knew, you were pulled in for a surprise lip lock. The kiss lasted for a good 10 seconds before she pulled away, blushing fiercely.

“T-That was just my fancy way of saying t-thank you for offering me the last cup of wine for free and... for taking me home. D-Don’t get the wrong idea, understand?” she asked as her face grew redder.

You nod and bow to her before telling her a few more things. “Upper Crust, you have my best wishes when you make a full recovery. And again I have no doubt you’ll meet some who will treat you better.” With that, you made your way downstairs, where you proceeded to let yourself out.

As you make your way through the streets of Canterlot and back to the restaurant, you hoped that in due time, Upper Crust would find the strength to move on. You know that deep down she’s a good lady. And a good lady like her deserves to find the right guy.