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.”

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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,

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

my answers ready to go. All that’s left now is to get

then

The cook-off.

almost here. In

television studio where I’ll be competing in front of a

I just as prepared for that

really hope

at the same time, aside from the interview and

my

be leaving after tomorrow, only returning in a few weeks for the Alpha

and then leaving again.

weird way, I took his

All this time, he’s been putting aside

me. And I have so much to show for it. But what does

it’s been more than that for him,

knowing.

pulled back to reality. Crisp lighting,

of hairspray fill the air as I walk down the

marble floor—everything about

by an assistant and directed

salon, complete with hair

glance around and spot the three other

an older-looking man who doesn’t even glance

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