Abby
Excitement courses through me as I fasten my pristine white chef’s coat in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. My hair is pulled back into a neat bun, still a tiny bit damp from my morning shower.
“Today is the day,” I say out loud, even though I’m completely alone in my apartment.
The sun has barely risen, but I’m already raring to go. Today is the day of the Alpha party, after all; I’ll need to get an early start.
Back at the restaurant, we’ve got a mountain of prep work to get through. But I’m more excited than anything. After everything, here I am. And I’m almost positive that everything will go perfectly.
As I finish getting ready, I find myself stealing a glance at the elegant dress hanging on the hook on the back of my door. The pearlescent white is shining in
