Abby
The judges are sitting in front of me, spoons poised, and I can’t help but hold my breath. Every moment that they taste the soup without a word feels like an eternity. My palms are sweating, and it’s all I can do to not show them that I feel like I’m about to pass out.
Vanessa is the first to break the silence, and her voice is smooth and soft—an instant comfort.
“Abby, this is delightful,” she says, her spoon clinking against the bowl as she sets it down. “The balance of flavors is excellent, and the carrot really shines through. Your hint of thyme really makes the dish.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and a smile spreads across my lips. “Thank you, Vanessa. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Xavier follows, his voice deep and thoughtful. “I must agree. The sour cream and
