John and Anton don’t say anything else about it, but I can sense their knowing gazes on me. However, I return my attention to the task at hand: putting out delicious meal after delicious meal.
The kitchen turns into a cacophony of noise, and before I know it, I’m hardly thinking about the party at all. I’m too focused on making good food to think about Karl, the dance, or even Gianna and Ethan.
“French onion soup, coming up!”
“Hot pan!”
“Anton, where’s that steak?”
As the night wears on, John, Anton, and I work like a well-oiled machine to beat the second wave of meal orders. Daisy and the other servers float in and out, and each swing of the kitchen door brings in a rush of music from the party, which only reminds me even more of the magical, fleeting moment I shared with Karl on the dance floor.
I focus on chopping vegetables, the rhythmic motion of the knife against the cutting board providing a welcome distraction from the swirl of emotions brought about by the night’s events.
Dancing with Karl had stirred up a whirlwind of feelings I thought I had buried deep inside of me, but I can’t think too much about it right now.
Just as I’m lost in thought, Chloe enters the kitchen with a curious glance around, searching for something—or someone.
Her gaze lands on me, and I instinctively lower my head, pretending to be engrossed in my vegetable chopping.
But she’s as sharp as a tack. She spots me instantly, seeing straight through my act, and storms over to me. Taking advantage of the lull in activity, she grabs my arm and pulls me off to the side, her gaze piercing.
“Tell me my eyes deceived me out there earlier,” she whispers, her gaze intense. “Did you dance with Karl?”
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Please more updates! I hope Abby gets her happy ending with Karl. I SEE how his chanced and he knows that Abby needs to be her own person too....