Chapter 103
Abby

My office is silent as I scroll through the new emails that have landed in my inbox. My fingers drum on

the desk, anticipating the one email that I’ve been waiting for the most—the details of the upcoming

cooking competition.

And then, there it is, bolded and marked with high importance: Cook-Off Competition Details.

Taking a deep breath, I click on it.

The email is concise but packed with information. Attached to it is a long list, detailing every possible

dish that might come up during the competition.

My heart rate quickens as I scan the list. Some dishes I recognize, ones I’ve made a thousand times

over in my career, but others are unfamiliar, exotic even, presenting challenges I’ve never faced before.

I won’t know which three dishes I’ll be asked to prepare on the spot. Which means only one thing: I

have to practice all of them. Every single one.

Grabbing a notepad, I jot down a list of ingredients I’ll need for the more exotic dishes, then turn my

attention to the restaurant’s supplier portal, adding item after item to the shopping list. The ingredients

range from the ordinary to the obscure. Each addition of expensive truffles, caviar, and fresh scallops

makes my anxiety spi ke.

How can I perfect so many dishes in such a short time?

Once the orders are placed, I stretch and push back from the desk, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It’s getting late, but there’s no time to waste. Without a second thought, I pull my hair into a messy bun

and prepare to head to the kitchen to get started.

Before I can leave, however, a sudden page over the intercom draws me from my task.

“Abby, can you come up front for a moment? I need help with the register.” It’s Chloe, her voice

strained.

head to the bar where Chloe

register. “Hey, what’s

thing,” she mutters, her fingers hovering over the register keys. “It’s been acting up

evening.”

start navigating through the

back to life, responding as it should. Chloe

been holding.

I thought I’d have to do all

problem,” I reply, giving her a reassuring smile. “Anything else I can help

it. But…” She

night… I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Especially not

counter, crossing my

earnest. “I’m your best friend, Abby, and I’m just…

get hurt

I keep buried deep down, but I push them away,

remember? Learned my lesson the hard way.

to happen again.”

she says softly, “but it’s just… you deserve so much better, and I can’t

him hurting you again.”

gently squeezing her hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe,

my own decisions, and I don’t need to be

of emotions swirling in her eyes, before she

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

I say, my voice soft, before

as I make my way back to my office, Chloe’s words reverberate

frustrated.

between concern

this to strain my friendship with Chloe. Our bond means more to me than she

trust

Abby who fell for Karl’s charms all those years ago, who

self-worth and got my heart broken. I’ve grown, learned,

as though all of my friends just see me

guy that’s bad for

back down into my office chair, though, a thought

hands on me, the taste of his lips. Our

spoken about.

wonderful, horrible, delicious mistake. And

since fallen quiet, with the last employees

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