Abby
My hands tremble slightly as I reach the door, my thoughts racing a mile a minute.
The apartment still looks like a hurricane just blew through, the ingredients aren’t prepped, I’m still a mess myself, and the judges are an hour and a half early. Great. Just great.
I hope that whoever shoved those paper towels and cardboard down my sink are happy with themselves. And if it was no one, and it was just a freak accident of some sort, I hope that the universe is having a good laugh over my misfortune.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for stern faces that I’m about to meet.
But when the door swings open, instead of three judges, I’m met with someone who I never expected.
“K-Karl…?”
He steps inside without a word and holds a bouquet of soaking wet flowers, like they’ve been pl
