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

and probably more terrifying than the former. But,

prepared. I’ve

I have my answers ready to go.

and then

The cook-off.

almost here. In less than twenty-four

where I’ll be

Am I just as prepared for that as I

really hope

the same time, aside from the interview and the cook-off, there’s

of dread forming in my stomach—this time,

in a few

and then leaving again.

think, in a weird way, I took his presence for granted. I feel a

All this time, he’s been putting

so much to show

that for

knowing.

Crisp lighting, a

air as I walk down the hall,

floor—everything about it screams

assistant and directed

complete with hair and

and spot the three other contestants—a tall, rugged man

air about him, an older-looking man who doesn’t even glance

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