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 ad
