Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

Vanessa walks up to me, her heels clicking softly on the tile floor. The room

slowly begins to pick up its volume again, but I feel lost in a giant void.

“Are you okay, Abby?” Vanessa asks, her voice pulling me back to the present.

“I-I’m fine,” I murmur, although the words feel like a complete and utter lie. “I’m

sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a scene.” I glance at Karl, who’s standing a few

feet away, watching intently.

Vanessa smiles, a soft, empathetic curve of her lips that immediately puts me at

ease. “Don’t be sorry. The culinary world isn’t exactly a bed of roses for women,

you know? We’re already at a disadvantage just by being female chefs.”

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be the case,” I find myself saying, a hint of bitterness in

and talent should be what matters, not

her eyes meeting mine with

But sometimes the world doesn’t operate the way it

a moment, as though contemplating whether to

a decision. “Let me

a nearby table, crossing her arms

my way

Mark—who couldn’t stand me. Not because I was

the kitchen, mind you, but simply because I was

black

say, my heart sinking

discrimination.

not even the beginning of it,” Vanessa says, her voice taking

grim tone.

night, during a critical review from a food critic, Mark sabotaged my

fresh herbs I’d prepped with ones that had turned,

got sick. It

I gasp. “Did he get

“He did. At the time,