Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 298

Abby

I walk into the TV studio, my heart pounding with excitement and nervous energy. This is it, the day of my interview, and I’m determined to make the most of it.

As I step inside, I’m greeted by a flurry of activity. People are rushing around, setting up cameras, adjusting lights, and making final preparations for the interview.

I feel as if I’ve just traveled back in time to the day of the cook-off, which feels like it was eons ago by now. At least this time, there are no contestants trying to sabotage me.

Instead, I feel like the star of the show. The security guard lets me through with a warm smile, the interviewer gives me a wave from afar, and a friendly makeup artist approaches me, a makeup kit in hand.

“Hi there, Abby,” she says with a warm smile. “I’ll be doing your makeup for the interview. We’ll make sure you look your best on camera.”

I nod appreciatively, but ever since the cook-off, I’ve made a resolve in my mind: I want to be myself. No masks to hide behind.

“Thank you, but I’d like to keep it as natural as possible,” I say with a smile, not wanting to be rude. “Just the essentials to make me look decent on camera, please.”

The makeup artist looks a bit puzzled. “Are you sure? We usually go for a more polished look for these interviews. You know, to cover up any imperfections and enhance your features.”

I shake my head, my determination unwavering. “I understand, but I’m not here to look like a doll. I want to be myself, imperfections and all. That’s what makes me who I am.”

She hesitates for a moment, then sighs. “Alright, if that’s what you want. But just so you know, a little makeup can go a long way in enhancing your natural beauty.”

I appreciate her concern, but I stand my ground. “I appreciate your expertise, but I’m comfortable with my appearance. Let’s keep it light, please.”

With a resigned nod, the makeup artist begins her work. She applies a minimal amount of makeup, focusing on evening out my skin tone and adding a hint of color to my lips just so I don’t look like a corpse on camera.

I glance at myself in the mirror and smile. It’s exactly what I wanted—just a subtle enhancement that doesn’t mask my true self.

Once the makeup is done, I thank the makeup artist profusely and head to the set where the interview will take place.

The host, a friendly and charismatic woman named Sarah, greets me with a warm handshake. “Abby, it’s a pleasure to have you here. We’re excited to hear your story and get your perspective on the recent cook-off incident.”

I return her smile, feeling more at ease now that I’m on set. “Thank you, Sarah. I’m happy to be here and share my experiences.”

The interview begins, and the questions flow smoothly. Sarah asks about my background, the restaurant, and how I got to where I am today.

I feel like I’m beginning to get a hang of this whole television thing, and I’m much more relaxed than before. But then again, there’s no studio audience this time around; just me, Sarah, and the camera.

But then, the topic shifts to what I was dreading: the sabotage at the cook-off. Sarah’s tone becomes more serious as she asks, “Abby, can you tell us about the incident at the cook-off and how it affected you?”