Abby As I step through the front doors of my restaurant, I’m met with the familiar, comforting sound of clinking tableware, voices, and soft music playing over the speakers. Chloe looks up from behind the bar, and her eyes widen as she sees me. “Abby!” she exclaims as I walk over to her. She pul
As the new servers repeat Daisy’s orders, I can’t help but turn to Chloe with a look of surprise on my face. “She’s certainly come far, hasn’t she?” I whisper. Chloe smirks. “It’s a bit hard to believe where she came from, isn’t it?” Next, the two of us walk further; we stop just outside the kit
Karl The sound of soft voices on the other side of the office door is the first thing that greets me. I pause for a moment outside the door, listening quietly. “Hmm… Yes, I think that if we could just get Alpha Brown here for a brief meeting sometime next week, we should be able to resolve this
Ethan nods slowly and tents his fingers on his lap, thinking deeply. “The timing isn’t exactly impeccable,” he says. “But, Karl, to become a king someday… Wouldn’t you want to follow the path of your ancestors?” The path of my ancestors. Just hearing it out loud sends a shiver up my spine. “I’ll
Abby “Oh, Abby, you look…” “I don’t know, guys,” I say, pursing my lips as I turn left and right in front of the tall mirror. “Something about the skirt is just throwing me off.” Chloe and Leah tilt their heads in unison, both gazing at me from the plush little wedding gown shop couch. The sun
“Yeah,” Leah adds. “Abby, the wedding is only a couple of months away, and you’ll be having the baby just a few months after that, too. You really need to make a decision before it’s too late.” I feel myself blanch under their stern gazes. “It’s never too late,” I say with a nervous chuckle. “I me
Abby Karl walks briskly up to me and grabs me by my shoulders, his eyes searching my face. “What happened?” he asks as he eyes me nervously. “Are you okay?” “I just, uh… I almost passed out,” I admit. “I guess I turned around too fast and got pretty lightheaded.” Karl looks at me for a few l
Abby As soon as Karl and I step into the quaint lobby of the little roadside motel, we’re greeted by a wave of nostalgia. The vanilla-scented candles, the soft amber lighting, the Persian rugs on the hardwood floors. It’s like stepping back in time. “Hello,” an old woman wearing a pair of wire