Abby
The day starts just as any normal day should: with the aroma of simmering tomato sauce and sizzling bacon filling the restaurant, and the sound of happy breakfast customers wafting through the air.
But as I settle into the rhythm of another busy workday, something feels off. I can’t quite explain it, but it almost feels as though something is electric in the air.
That’s when it happens.
I haven’t even taken my first sip of coffee of the day when Ethan is suddenly rushing into my office faster than I thought he could even move with his leg, and there’s a look of dread on his face. Before I can even open my mouth to speak, his words are tumbling out in a torrent of emotion.
“Abby, we’ve got a problem. Amelia West from ‘Gourmet Gazette’ is here, and she doesn’t loo
