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?"

I sigh inwardly, knowing that I can't avoid this conversation any longer. Slowly, I lift my head and meet her concerned gaze. “Yes, Chloe,” I admit quietly. “You saw correctly. We danced together.” Chloe's response is immediate and unceremonious; she playfully smacks me on the arm.

“You're playing with fire, Abby,” she chides, her expression a mixture of worry and disappointment. “You know how complicated things are between you two. And he had a date earlier tonight! He's a player.”

I wince, feeling the sting of her words. It's not that I don’t understand her concern; she's watched me go through the ups and downs of my relationship with Karl over the years. But right now, I don’t need the scolding.

“I know, Chloe. But it was just one dance.”

Chloe shakes her head, her eyes holding a mixture of exasperation and affection. “Abby, I've seen this before. You can’t deny that there's still something between you two. But you're going to get hurt again if you're not careful, and besides; I thought you were going to take a break from the romance scene.”

I look down at the vegetables I'm chopping, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Chloe's words are a reminder of the past pain and heartache I've experienced because of Karl. But they're also a reminder of the deep connection we once shared.

"I appreciate your concern, Chloe,” I finally say, my voice softening. “But I need to figure this out on my own. I can't help how I feel.”

Chloe sighs, her worry for me evident in her eyes. “I know, Abby. Just promise me you'll be careful.” I meet her gaze and nod. “I'll be careful.”

“Promise?” she asks, holding out her pinky with a concerned look in her eyes.

For a moment, I hesitate. But then, I nod, intertwining my pinky with hers.

“I promise.”

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