Abby
It’s been raining cats and dogs all morning, but I’m too excited to care. All I can think about is the anticipation buzzing in my chest as I make my way up the walkway to the upscale studio where the interviews for the cook-off are being held.
“Hello,” I say from under my umbrella to a security guard leaning against a post, looking bored. “Is this the right entrance for the interviews?”
“Yup,” he says, nodding, and gestures to a set of double doors behind him. “Head in there, take a left, and follow the hallway to the end.”
“Thank you.”
As I step through the doors, my heart rises into my throat. It’s all I can do to swallow it and force my feet to carry me forward.
I’ve never been on television before. This is going to be both exciting and terrifying, and pro
