Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 309

Daisy hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering with discomfort before she finally answers. “I think so. It was a table of Lunas.”

My heart clenches. I think I know exactly who Daisy is referring to; and yes, they would absolutely, without a doubt, do something horrendous like this.

They’ve never been supportive of my culinary career, and with me catering the Alpha party now, there’s no doubt in my mind that they felt it necessary to knock me down a peg.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. This is not the time for personal grievances. We have a party to run, and I won’t let the actions of a few ruin it.

“Okay. Daisy, toss those cakes and bring out these ones,” I say, my tone firm but controlled as I nod my head toward a fresh tray of tiramisu. “And keep an eye on those Lunas for now. If they cause any more trouble, come to me.”

Daisy nods, relief washing over her features. “You got it, Abby.”

As she rushes off with the new tray of tiramisu, I turn my attention back to the kitchen. We can’t afford any more disruptions tonight. The show must go on.

The kitchen continues to operate like a well-oiled machine, and I can see the satisfaction on my team’s faces as they send out beautifully plated dishes. It’s moments like these that remind me why I became a chef in the first place—the thrill of creating something extraordinary and the joy it brings to others.

But as the night wears on, my thoughts keep returning to the Lunas. It’s hard not to feel a pang of hurt and frustration. I’ve worked tirelessly to prove myself, and yet, some still view me as an outsider.

As the kitchen staff takes a brief break to regroup, Daisy approaches me cautiously.

“Abby, are you okay after earlier?” she asks, her eyes filled with concern.

I force a smile, masking my inner turmoil. “I’m fine, Daisy. Don’t worry. Are those Lunas behaving?”

She lets out a soft sigh and hangs her head. “Well, they haven’t wrecked any more food, but they’ve been nasty all night,” she says. “One of them called me a whore when I came and took their dirty dishes.”