#Chapter 243: Home Cooking

Audrey “To Audrey! Our friend, Luna, and savior.” I rolled my eyes at Tina’s last choice of words, but toasted anyway. The red wine instantly soothed my frayed nerves as it went down. “Are you guys sure I didn’t make a fool of myself?” I asked, looking at my friends around the cramped kitchen. “I feel like I did.” “I mean, you didn’t piss yourself or run off the stage crying, so I’d say it could have been worse,” Gavin joked, eliciting a well-deserved smack on the arm from Avis. Betty rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to him, Audrey. You did great. Seriously.” Unsatisfied, I glanced over at Edwin. He was currently elbow-deep in a bowl of homemade pizza dough, his sleeves rolled up, flour dusting his exposed skin. The entire kitchen smelled like yeast and freshly made tomato sauce. “You have more public speaking skills than you give yourself credit for,” he said with a small smile in my direction. “Even with all those cameras around, you spoke like