Abby
A warmth rushes over me as I carry the extra plates to the table where the judges are sitting. Karl follows close behind with a jug of water and two extra glasses. The scent of rosemary and thyme hangs in the air as I slide the plates down and pull up a chair.
My heart’s doing somersaults, but I manage to muster a smile.
Xavier looks up, his eyes twinkling, and nods toward my plate. “I must say, Abby, the presentation is spot on.”
Vanessa agrees, her fork poised over the perfectly seared chicken. “And the aroma! You were right about the lemon and lion’s mane.”
“Thank you,” I say with a polite nod. “It’s a trick I’ve held onto for years.”
Karl gives me an encouraging wink as we start to eat. I can’t help but steal glances at Logan, who’s quietly cutting into his entree, his expr
