Abby

It’s been raining cats and dogs all morning, but I’m too excited to care. All I can

think about is the anticipation buzzing in my chest as I make my way up the

walkway to the upscale studio where the interviews for the cook-off are being

held.

“Hello,” I say from under my umbrella to a security guard leaning against a post,

looking bored. “Is this the right entrance for the interviews?”

“Yup,” he says, nodding, and gestures to a set of double doors behind him.

“Head in there, take a left, and follow the hallway to the end.”

“Thank you.”

Enter title…

As I step through the doors, my heart rises into my throat. It’s all I can do to

swallow it and force my feet to carry me forward.

I’ve never been on television before. This is going to be both exciting and

probably more terrifying than the

feel prepared. I’ve spent the

ready to go. All that’s

then tomorrow is the

The cook-off.

already almost here. In

studio where I’ll be competing in front of a

Am I just as prepared for that as I am for this

really

time, aside from the interview and the cook-off,

in my stomach—this time, thanks to

after tomorrow, only returning in

and then leaving again.

way, I took his presence for granted.

that. All this time, he’s been putting

so much to show for it. But what does he

than that for him, but I have

knowing.

pulled back to reality. Crisp

I walk

about it

an assistant and directed

salon, complete with hair

three other contestants—a tall, rugged man

older-looking man who doesn’t even glance

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