Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0302

Abby

It’s the day before the Alpha party, and I feel as though I haven’t stopped running around since the sun

came up. Chloe and Leah, always my biggest cheerleaders, have also been by my side since the crack

of dawn.

“Abby, you should take a rest,” Leah says, gesturing for me to join her and Chloe by the bar, where

they’ve poured another cup of coffee for each of us.

I sigh, tucking my clipboard under my arm. I’ve made a list of everything that needs to be done—

cleaning, dusting, scrubbing, inventory, the works—and it feels like I’ve hardly even made a dent in all

of it.

“But I—”

“No buts,” Chloe insists, circling around the bar to grab me by the arm and drag me over to them.

“You’re taking ten.”

It seems as though I don’t have much of a choice, so I do as they say. And I hate to admit it, but it is a

relief when I slide onto one of the bar stools. Leah shoves a cup of coffee in my hand as she tucks a

strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Isn’t the party management company handling the big stuff?” she asks as I take my first sip. It’s light

and sweet, just the way I like it.

“Well, yeah,” I say with a sigh. “But they’re not supposed to be here for another couple of hours, and

I…”

“You’re being obsessive,” Chloe interrupts, shooting me a stern look. “Abby, you’re the chef. You’re not

the chef and the event organizer and the cleaner. You don’t want to exhaust yourself before the big day.

You should be resting.”

Resting. I almost laugh at the word. But before I can come up with a retort, my phone rings, interrupting

my thoughts. I slip it out of my pocket to see that it’s the electrician; he’s been working in the basement

all morning, trying to figure out why the power went out on the night of my dinner with the judges. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

We’ve had a backup generator running since then, but I’d like to know why our power suddenly went

out at the exact same time a mystery wad of paper towels and other junk just so happened to clog up

my pipes and create a huge mess.

“Hey, Frank,” I say, tucking my phone between the crook of my ear and my shoulder as I stir my coffee.

“How’s it going down there?”

“Well,” he says in his gruff voice, a telltale sign of years of smoking, “I think I found the issue.”

I can’t help but feel a sense of relief. “Good!” I say. “What was it?”

The electrician hesitates for a moment before answering. “It looks like a line was cut in the basement.”

My heart sinks at his words. “Cut? As in, with scissors?”

I can hear the confusion in my own voice as I try to make sense of it. Even Chloe and Leah shoot me a

concerned look from the other side of the bar.

The electrician sounds just as perplexed as I am. “It’s definitely strange. But, if it makes you feel any

better, I’ve fixed the issue down here and you should be all set. Maybe, just to be safe, you should

invest in some mouse traps and maybe change the lock on your basement door.”

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“Yeah, I guess I should,” I say with a sigh, running my hand through my hair. “Thanks, Frank. Ethan

paid you, right?”

“He sure did. Let me know if you have any other issues.”