Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0309

Daisy hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering with discomfort before she finally answers. “I think so.

It was a table of Lunas.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

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.”

My eyes widen. “Daisy! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Daisy shrugs and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just so used to

having people treat me as lesser than because of my past that I didn’t even think of it.”

I don’t know what to say. I know about Daisy’s past, as does everyone else in here. None of us look

down on her, and I guess it makes me forget sometimes that the entire world isn’t like us.

But now, more than ever, I want to give those Lunas a piece of my mind. They can insult me, but my

staff, my family? I won’t let that happen. Ever.

“Don’t worry, Daisy,” I reassure her, touching her shoulder. “Let one of Mr. Thompson’s staff handle that

table for the rest of the night.”

She shoots me a wary look. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, come on, Daisy,” I tease. “I’ve seen the chemistry between the two of you. It’s okay. You don’t

need to hide it.”

Daisy’s cheeks flush red, and she averts her gaze to the floor, her fingers worrying the hem of her

apron. “So it wouldn’t be… inappropriate for me to have feelings for my coworker?”

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“No!” I say with a laugh. “Daisy, I’m happy for the two of you. You’d never need to hide something like

that.”

With a smile, Daisy nods and thanks me. The orders keep rolling in, and Anton, John, and I get back to

work.