Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 85: Housemaid
Abby

I’m in the kitchen organizing my thoughts, sketching out a m ental roadmap for tonight’s three-course

extravaganza as I mumble under my breath.

“Sauvignon Blanc with the salmon… Hmm… Maybe I should prepare cappuccinos with the torte for

dessert…”

Just then, the door swings open, and in walks Karl, bags of groceries in hand. Gianna, his ever-present

secretary, trails closely behind him.

My heart does a little dance at the sight of Karl, a knee-jerk reaction I’ve never been able to fully quell.

Even with my wolf being asleep, the presence he creates when he walks into a room always makes her

lurch in my mind, as though she can always sense him in her sleep.

In a way, it’s frustrating. I want to yell at my wolf for leaving me alone and then momentarily

reappearing every time the man who broke my heart walks into the room, but I know it won’t do any

good.

However, something else is on my mind right now. I can’t help but notice how well they seem to get

along, Gianna laughing at something Karl has just said. A pang of jealousy surges through me.

“Hey, Abby. Got everything you asked for,” Karl announces, setting the bags on the countertop.

I shake off the jealousy, reminding myself that Karl and I are just friends now. “Thank you, both of you.

This means a lot to me.”

“It’s nothing,” Karl replies, a softness in his eyes that makes my stomach churn with a mix of nostalgia

and longing. “Need anything else?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m good, thanks.” Then, I turn to Gianna, determined to be cordial. “How are

you doing, Gianna?”

“I’m fine,” she responds tersely, a frosty undertone to her voice. Then, shifting her attention to Karl, she

says, “Could I speak to you privately? We need to sort some things out before the dinner.”

direction as if to say ‘I’ll

leading the way with a

strange knot tighten in my stomach.

something—something that unsettles me.

snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I

the counter. “Let’s not

to prepare, and it has to be

says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to

your place, especially

words make

no interest

she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she

groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety of spices

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform them into something

…

lively mixture of scents and spices

hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

the Luna, I prepared

my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t

is interrupted when another servant walks

not taking my eyes off the salmon

to declare it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted.

quite. It would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s

chef, the one who always

reaching for a fresh piece

voices filtering from the dining

the look on her face, trying

skills. As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than a

housemaid.”

voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and

saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

the wardrobe

a collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to take

the salmon off in five minutes and

dinner is ready.”

starts, but I’m already ripping off my apron

steps two

line of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors.