#Chapter 126: Restaurant Rivals

Abby It’s been raining cats and dogs all morning, but I’m too excited to care. All I can think about is the anticipation buzzing in my chest as I make my way up the walkway to the upscale studio where the interviews for the cook-off are being held. “Hello,” I say from under my umbrella to a security guard leaning against a post, looking bored. “Is this the right entrance for the interviews?” “Yup,” he says, nodding, and gestures to a set of double doors behind him. “Head in there, take a left, and follow the hallway to the end.” “Thank you.” As I step through the doors, my heart rises into my throat. It’s all I can do to swallow it and force my feet to carry me forward. I’ve never been on television before. This is going to be both exciting and terrifying, and probably more terrifying than the former. But, thankfully, I’ve arrived early and I feel prepared. I’ve spent the past week practicing for my questions, and I have my answers ready to go. All that’s left