Abby I step out of Damon’s office with the yellow flower still pressed between my fingers. There is a bittersweet smile on my face, but not for the reasons that Damon seems to believe. After all, I’m not really smiling because a handsome prince has just given me a flower. Rather, I’m smiling to

I’m just about to open my mouth to respond when the intercom connected to the private rooms suddenly buzzes to life. “Chef Abby and staff, please report to the kitchen.” … “Whew. I am beat,” John says, wiping the sweat off of his brow with his towel as we wrap up for the day. “What a long day.

Abby My lips feel raw and sore as I pace back and forth in my room. I’ve been standing here for what feels like hours, chewing at my lips with my phone sitting open to Karl’s contact page on the bed. I need to call him. I know I do. Despite everything, despite our breakup, he’s still the father

“I… I mean, I hope she’ll at least spare me five minutes,” I say quietly. “I, uh… I really need to talk to her, John. Please.” For a few moments, John just stares at me and I feel as if he might deny me access to Abby—and for good reason, honestly. If it’s true that Abby really wants nothing to do

When the lights come on, I’m met with a sight to behold; an entire gallery full of expensive artwork and sculptures. There must be millions of dollars worth of artwork in this room alone. “Wow,” I breathe, turning slowly as I look around. “Damon, this is…” “A small collection, really,” Damon say