Kenzie’s [POV]
“Dear Lord, please tell me that you’ve at least gotten your stuff packed?” I asked Reece, my best friend, and sous chef.
“It’s not me that you should be worried about,” she replied before pulling her dress over her head, then discarding it into a pile with what appeared to be at least five others.
My bestie was completely beside herself over staying at the swanky new hotel on the Seaport to help me try to land what would be a life-altering opportunity for the two of us.
We’d been best friends since I’d arrived in Nebraska, after being sent away from my home in Houston at the end of my senior year of high school.
It’d been a very dark period, and one I tried not to think too much about. It was still hard with so many reminders, but cooking allowed me t
