Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 210

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!”

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 splash some cold water on my face.

I lock the door behind me and let out a sigh, knowing that this is just one step in the process. Tomorrow, I’ll be headed to the cook-off, and that will be an entirely different beast. I feel as though the real fight has only just begun.

As I splash some cool water on my face to calm myself, I look up into the mirror. The makeup still jars me, but I can still see myself: just Abby, the small chef, the woman with an army of amazing friends behind her.

After a few moments, I’m about to head back out to grab my things when I suddenly hear a voice in the other room, and I freeze.

“No, you don't understand, this is a serious competition. I’ve been training for months, and I can’t afford to be distracted by—by amateurs!”

I recognize the voice instantly: Daniel. My ears perk up. Amateurs? In a room full of accomplished chefs, who could she possibly be talking about? I tell myself not to eavesdrop, but then she says it.

“Hah! Abby? She’s a complete non-factor. No, seriously, have you seen her so-called ‘restaurant’? What a joke.”

There’s a pause, as though he’s listening to someone, likely over the phone. My heart feels like it’s about to pound out of my chest as she continues.

“Look, she’s nothing but a fangirl with no real experience. You know what she is? She’s nothing but a silly little homemaker who can barely cook halfway decent food without the help of her male chefs—one of whom is a dirty homeless man!”

The air in the room gets thick; his words are a punch to the gut.

Here I am, in a field dominated by men, and being beaten down once again. He’s attacking not just me, but the essence of La Belle Vie, where everyone, regardless of their background, is part of a community.