Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 306

Abby

Excitement courses through me as I fasten my pristine white chef’s coat in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. My hair is pulled back into a neat bun, still a tiny bit damp from my morning shower.

“Today is the day,” I say out loud, even though I’m completely alone in my apartment.

The sun has barely risen, but I’m already raring to go. Today is the day of the Alpha party, after all; I’ll need to get an early start.

Back at the restaurant, we’ve got a mountain of prep work to get through. But I’m more excited than anything. After everything, here I am. And I’m almost positive that everything will go perfectly.

As I finish getting ready, I find myself stealing a glance at the elegant dress hanging on the hook on the back of my door. The pearlescent white is shining in the golden glow of the morning sun, the delicate beads on the bodice casting tiny rainbows around the room. It’s stunning.

But for a moment, doubt creeps in. Is it too extravagant? Should I leave it behind?

No. I shake my head as if to dispel the thought. I deserve to look beautiful tonight. I deserve to wear the gown that caught my eye. I’m not going to let anxiety stop me from doing that.

With determination, I carefully place the dress into a garment bag and sling it over my shoulder. It’s time to head to the restaurant, where the final preparations for the Alpha party await.

…

As I step into the restaurant, the kitchen is already buzzing with activity.

“Hey, Abby!” John calls out from behind the line, waving his chef’s knife in the air excitedly. “Today’s the day!”

At least, that’s what I tell myself. I pretend not to notice the tears pricking behind the backs of my eyes, and wander out to the dining area where Mr. Thompson and his team are rushing around, making last-minute arrangements.

“Ah, good morning, Abby,” Mr. Thompson says as he notices me. “Are you ready to take on the day?”

I nod, smoothing down my chef’s coat. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He flashes me a grin. “Good. I take it you had plenty of time to practice the menu yesterday? The ingredients were to your liking?”

Before I know it, Mr. Thompson and I are delving into a conversation about ingredient quality and recipe tweaks. It feels a bit strange, being so integral to an event like this. Mr. Thompson listens to all of my comments, and I feel like a true professional, like I’m being taken seriously.

Around lunchtime is when I finish up with the meetings and preparations out in the dining area. I join John and Anton in the kitchen after that, and together, we form a well-coordinated team.