Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0312

Abby

The dinner rush has finally died down, and Anton, John and I are just finishing up our last batch of orders. We've been working tirelessly all night, and I can't wait to have a moment of reprieve. Music is playing over the kitchen speakers, but I've hardly heard a word of it, too focused on the food to think about anything else.

At some point, Mr. Thompson slips into the kitchen. I don't notice his presence until he speaks up, his voice carrying across the din. It almost makes me jump.

"Hello, team,” he says.

I quickly look up, a bit of hair falling into my eyes, and blow it away with a puff of air. “Oh! Mr. Thompson,” I say, straightening a bit. “Is everything going okay out there?”

"Abby, Anton, John,” he acknowledges each of us with a nod. “The food tonight is an absolute hit. The guests are raving about every dish.”

I can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. After everything, the food is a hit. It feels good. Really good.

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” I reply with a satisfied grin. “It means a lot. We've all been working really hard.”

Mr. Thompson's eyes twinkle with admiration as he continues. “In fact, some of your fans are asking to meet the chef responsible for these exquisite creations. I suggest you join the party now that the food orders have slowed down. It's an opportunity for you to bask in the recognition you rightfully deserve.”

I feel a surge of nervous excitement at the prospect of mingling with the guests, but I'm also aware of my disheveled appearance from hours spent in the kitchen. I glance down at my flour-dusted apron and smudged chef's coat.

“I'll have to put on my dress and freshen up a bit first,” I say, “but I can mingle for a while after that.” Mr. Thompson's smile widens, and he nods in understanding. “Of course, Abby. Take your time. We'll be looking forward to your entrance.”

When Mr. Thompson leaves, the kitchen falls quiet. I can feel Anton and John's eyes on me, and it's obvious that they know now what I've really been waiting for all night. When I turn to face them, the looks on their faces tell me all I need to know.

Anton grins, his hands covered in cocoa powder from his most recent batch of tiramisu. “Go on, Abby,” he says. “Go to the party. We know you want to.”

John nods in agreement, his focus on the sizzling grill in front of him. “Yeah, we've got the rest covered here. Get out there. Have some fun. You deserve it."

“And besides,” Anton chimes in before I have the chance to say anything else, “surely Karl is out there, isn't he?”

My eyes widen. They shouldn't know that Karl is an Alpha. And they especially shouldn't know about the... feelings between the two of us.

"Er—He's not—"

“Quit playing dumb,” John interjects with a wave of his spatula. “We've all known for ages now. He's an Alpha, obviously. And I don't know the exact history between you two, but it's obvious that you've got feelings toward each other.”

“Yeah,” Daisy, who was just passing by to grab an order from under the warming rack, says. “We all know how you two look at each other. You should go out there and see him. I know you miss him.” My face heats up even more, and I can't meet their teasing gazes. “Well, it's not just about that,” I defend. “I just want to mingle a bit and... meet people. That's all.”

John chuckles and pats my shoulder. “Sure, Abby. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Now go!” Daisy exclaims, practically kicking me out the door with her shoe as she passes by with several plates of food in her hands.

With their encouragement, I make my way towards my office. My heart is racing, a mix of excitement and nerves. I can do this.

But as I approach my office door, I peek into the main area, my curiosity getting the better of me. And there, in the center of the room, I see Karl. He's dancing with a pretty girl with red hair, their movements fluid and graceful. They look so happy together.

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