Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0208

Abby

My heart feels like it's doing somersaults in my chest as I stammer out my words. “You’re—you’re

Vanessa Greene. The Vanessa Greene.”

“The one and only,” Vanessa says, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze. She offers her hand, and I feel

the warmth of her skin as our palms meet. My hand trembles, and I’m embarrassed but can’t help it.

Vanessa Greene is literally the most renowned female chef in the country. Aside from being a

bestselling author, she also owns an entire chain of three-star restaurants called ‘The Greene Plate’,

which specialize in organic, farm-to-table, gourmet vegan dishes. It’s something that no female chef

has ever accomplished.

Aside from that, she’s the host of her own cooking show, ‘Brunch with Vanessa,’ and has won

countless awards.

It goes without saying that I didn’t expect her to be here. Is she one of the contestants, or one of the

judges? Surely she’s a judge. Why would they have the most successful female chef in the country

competing against amateurs like us?

“Oh my god,” I mutter. “Y-You’re like my biggest role model. Your book, ‘A Woman in the Kitchen,’ was

life-changing for me. You have no idea.”

In the background, I catch Daniel smirking from his chair, like a cat watching a mouse scurry around.

It’s a look that just oozes condescension, making my stomach churn. The moment’s perfection

crumbles a bit at the edges, and suddenly I feel like I’m already on stage, being scrutinized by

hundreds of people.

But Vanessa’s reaction is as sweet as honey.

“You’ve read my book?” Her eyes brighten, and it feels like I’ve just been thrown a lifeline. “That’s

wonderful to hear. It was written for women like you, women striving to make it in this industry.”

“Make it? I’m barely scraping through, compared to you.” I chuckle nervously, gripping my hands

together so they stop shaking. “Your restaurants, your awards—it’s like a dream. A far-off dream that I

can admire but never touch.”

Vanessa tilts her head, her afro catching the light like a halo. “Dreams are meant to be chased, not just

admired from afar.”

I look up to meet her gaze and see something that I haven’t seen since I walked into this room: genuine

kindness. There’s no veil of insincerity or secret competition—just warmth, pure and simple.

“Say, if you bring your copy of ‘A Woman in the Kitchen’ to the cook-off tomorrow, I’d be honored to

sign it for you,” Vanessa offers, and the room seems to spin around me. Is this really happening?

“I—I would love that, thank you so much!” The words tumble out like an avalanche.

I see the makeup artist rolling her eyes, impatiently tapping her foot on the tiled floor. “Miss Greene, we

need to get started with your makeup. And you,” she looks at me, “need to head to the greenroom.”

I apologize, flustered. “O-Of course, sorry. I didn’t mean to hold anyone up. It was so nice to meet you,

Vanessa.” I pull away, my legs carrying me past Vanessa, though it feels like I’m leaving behind a

moment I’ve dreamt of for years.

Just then, I bump into Daniel as I hurry past. “Watch where you’re going, fangirl,” he snickers, his

words laced with an unbearable smugness.

“Sorry,” I mutter, mortified and not meeting her eyes.

…

“Abby? It’s your turn.”

The stage lights feel like they're trying to bore holes into my skull as the assistant ushers me toward the

stage. The cameraman is giving the cue, and I’m trying not to look like a deer in the headlights. There’s

that prickly feeling of many eyes on me; it’s like high school all over again, except it’s now being

broadcast live for the whole world to see. Coոtent оf Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“So, Abby, tell us a little about yourself.”