Chapter 117
Abby

The day starts just as any normal day should: with the aroma of simmering tomato sauce and sizzling

bacon filling the restaurant, and the sound of happy breakfast customers wafting through the air.

But as I settle into the rhythm of another busy workday, something feels off. I can’t quite explain it, but it

almost feels as though something is electric in the air.

That’s when it happens.

I haven’t even taken my first sip of coffee of the day when Ethan is suddenly rushing into my office

faster than I thought he could even move with his leg, and there’s a look of dread on his face. Before I

can even open my mouth to speak, his words are tumbling out in a torrent of emotion.

“Abby, we’ve got a problem. Amelia West from ‘Gourmet Gazette’ is here, and she doesn’t look happy.”

My heart sinks at the mention of the infamous food critic.

“Why?” I ask, bolting up from my chair. “What happened?”

Ethan shrugs, throwing his hands up in the air. “Hell if I know. All I know is that she got her food a few

sent it back, and started writing in her notebook. Go d, I’m such an idiot.

recognize

I place a hand on

the specials and

see why she

a moment to compose myself, I head over

to have you here.

her notebook, snapping it shut with a sour look on her face. “Where

couldn’t even taste the garlic underneath the

I’ve been waiting for my coffee for

sent the

critic’s words send a shiver through my

that she was here, I would have served

maintaining my composure. “Your feedback

a fresh pot of coffee right away, and

you another dish on the

sighs, pushing her chair back. “No, don’t bother.

up and storms out. All I can

This is really bad. I make a beeline for the kitchen, where Ethan is wringing

another plate of

door swings shut

“You’ve gotta be kidding!” he says. “What

pinching the bridge of my nose. “There’s nothing we can do now,” I

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