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.

with a sigh, I head to the bar where Chloe is standing. Frustration is evident

what’s going on?” I ask,

hovering

evening.”

beside her and start navigating through the system. A few prodded buttons and adjusted

as it should. Chloe releases a breath she’s

been holding.

I’d have to do all

her a reassuring smile. “Anything

it. But…” She hesitates,

night… I shouldn’t have

against the counter, crossing my arms. “Chloe, it’s

your best friend,

get hurt again, fall into

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

already married Karl once, remember? Learned my

to happen again.”

you deserve so much better, and I

him hurting you again.”

her hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe, but I’m not a

I don’t need to be monitored or told

gaze for a beat, a mix of

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

my voice soft, before

way back to my office, Chloe’s

part is frustrated.

concern and independence, friendship

to strain my friendship with Chloe.

the same time, I want—no, need—her to trust me, to trust my

all those years ago,

broken. I’ve grown, learned, and

it feel as though all of my friends just see me

that’s bad

chair, though, a thought

hands on me, the taste of his lips. Our intimacy

spoken about.

horrible, delicious mistake.

has long since fallen quiet, with the last employees heading home for the night. I’m

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