Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

Applause begins to ripple across the studio audience, but all I see is Karl, sitting

in the back, staring down at me. He’s wearing a blue surgical mask, but I know

it’s him. I can tell by his eyes, by the way that my wolf stirs ever so slightly just

from looking at him.

“Wow, Abby,” Sarah says, drawing me back to the present, back to the interview.

“That was lovely. Your staff must be really grateful to have you.”

I shake my head. “No. I’m lucky to have them.”

“Well, that’s all, folks,” Sarah says, turning back to face the crowd. “Everyone

give a big round of applause for Abby, the owner of La Belle Vie Bistro!”

Enter title…

Another wave of applause washes over the room, smattered with a few cheers.

The cameraman gives me my cue, and I stand, waving as I jog off stage. Once

backstage, the assistant from before gives me a nod and a thumbs-up, then

points for me to head back to the greenroom.

As I head down the hall to the greenroom, I feel like I’m floating on air. So that

was it; that was the interview. I did it!

The greenroom is a modest room, furnished with a couple of sofas, a coffee

table littered with fashion magazines, and a snack bar.

The walls are adorned with photos of previous guests who came on the show,

from famous musicians to local artists. There’s a bathroom in the back, and

feeling like I’ll be sick now from the nerves of it all, I head to the bathroom to

some cold water

let out a sigh, knowing that this is just one step

Tomorrow, I’ll be headed to the cook-off,

the real

on my face to calm myself, I

me, but I can still see

an army of amazing friends behind

head back out to

the

a

I can’t afford to be distracted

My ears perk up. Amateurs? In a

of accomplished chefs, who could she possibly be talking about? I tell

eavesdrop, but then

Abby? She’s a complete non-factor. No, seriously, have you seen her socalled ‘restaurant’? What a

as though he’s listening

to pound out of my chest

nothing but a fangirl with no real experience. You

She’s nothing but a silly little homemaker who can barely cook

the help of her

homeless man!”

thick; his words

by men, and being beaten

but the essence of La Belle Vie, where

of their background, is

so insensitively put it, is one

chefs

continues, his voice fading. “I’m not worried about her.

in the slightest…”

that, Daniel’s voice fades away. I can hear

floor, and then they fade into nothing. Only then do I

with shaking hands, letting

out of the

like it’s shrinking. I stand here for

it’s as though I can still hear Daniel’s words bouncing around

head like an

Fangirl. Amateur. Homemaker. Silly.

my stomach.