Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

I swallow. So this is it: the article. They had said it would be a surprise last night,

and I didn’t know what that meant at the time. I couldn’t be there for the

interview because of the fire, so I have no idea how it went.

“Go on,” Ethan says. “Read it.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I pick up the paper. Unfolding it, my eyes lock

onto the headline: “Rising Star Chef Abby Reinvents Culinary Arts.” Below it is a

picture of me in the kitchen, captured mid-laugh, looking genuinely happy.

“Hey,” I laugh, holding it up. “Who took this picture?”

“Oh, I did,” Daisy says, checking her nails nonchalantly. “Snuck it a couple

weeks ago, actually.”

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“Why?” I ask, laughing.

Daisy shrugs. “Ethan asked me to take some pictures for the website. Turns out

this one had a better use here.”

I scan through the paragraphs, my eyes soaking in each word. The journalist

has painted a vivid picture, not just of me, but of my entire team and how we

work together to create something special.

about my

Chloe’s snarky wit is captured in print too,

liveliness to the narrative.

a close with a final line

Vie Bistro—is more than

It’s home.”

reading, I feel tears brimming in my eyes.

lift to meet my team, and I’m shocked to

Anton, and yes, even

looks

I say, my voice wavering. “Did you

these things about

smile on her lips. “Well, someone

amazing you are.”

all true, Abby. We couldn’t let those lies

the only thing that people

the truth.”

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Ethan chimes in. “Little things. Tidying up, making sure

clean, giving the journalist the best food

wanted this to

I stand up and hold my arms out, tears streaming down

Everyone piles in for a big group hug, and in this

do a flip. “I don’t know what to say. I’m just so grateful

Thank

the tears from my eyes. When I lift my

hands in his pockets, a soft

melt, and I have to quickly

creeping into

say, addressing the group. “Thank you. You know

on me tonight. We can all go

cheers. In this moment,