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 former. But,

early and I feel prepared. I’ve spent the past week practicing for

my answers ready to go. All that’s left

over with, and then tomorrow

The cook-off.

it’s already almost here. In

television studio where I’ll be competing in front of

Am I just as prepared for that as I am for

really, really

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

dread forming in my

in a few

and then leaving again.

I took his presence for

this time, he’s been

duties for me. And I have so much to

more than that for him, but I have no way

knowing.

back to reality. Crisp lighting, a monochrome palette, and

hairspray fill the air as I

about

directed to a waiting area

beauty salon, complete with hair

the three other contestants—a

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

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