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

more terrifying than the former. But, thankfully,

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

and I have my answers ready to go. All that’s left now is

then

The cook-off.

it’s already almost here.

television studio where I’ll be competing

just as prepared for that as I am for

really hope

aside from the interview and the cook-off,

forming in my stomach—this time,

only returning in a few weeks for the Alpha

and then leaving again.

way, I took his presence for granted. I

of that. All this time, he’s been putting aside his extremely

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

been more than that for him, but I have no

knowing.

Crisp

air as I walk down the hall, my heels clicking

marble floor—everything about

assistant and directed to

salon, complete with hair

and spot the three other

older-looking man

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