Karl chuckles. The production assistant is waving her clipboard frantically,

checking her watch like we’re about to count down to an explosion. Karl takes

my hand and we run down the hall, bursting through the doors to the stage. The

assistant gestures to where our station is, all the way on the other end.

Composing ourselves, we walk stiffly onto the stage.

As we walk into the blinding lights, I can see the other contestants—waiting,

watching at their stations. Vanessa is watching from the judges’ stand, and for a

moment I expect her to shake her head with disappointment. But instead, she

shoots me a subtle wink and a thumbs-up. That alone is enough to make me

feel more at ease.

Enter title…

But then, just as we’re passing by the other stations, I hear it: Daniel’s voice, a

low enough so only Karl

hear.

Daniel mutters to his sous chef, not even attempting to

even get her morning straight

Honestly, she has no

of indignation bubbling

me, his eyes

words.

something,” he growls, ready to pounce, but I grab his

him to stand

Karl step in, not now. Not when it would only

homemaker with no place in the kitchen, who needs a

care of business.

firmly. “Just ignore

a look as we approach

you? Again?”

need you to fight my battles

know you

him off. “Now is not

search mine for a moment before he finally nods, although

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