Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 299

Abby

The interview comes to an end, and I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a mix of emotions. It went well, and I managed to stay true to myself. Mr. Thompson approaches me with a warm smile.

“Abby, you did great out there,” he says. “Your kind words and forgiveness towards Daniel were truly commendable. It was a good look for you.”

I nod, feeling a sense of validation. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I just wanted to be honest and genuine.”

He pats me on the back. “Well, it paid off. Keep up the good work, Abby.”

As I make my way out of the studio, I’m greeted by a small group of fans who have gathered outside. I’m shocked by their presence, but flattered.

“You don’t need to engage,” Mr. Thompson whispers as we approach. “I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

But I shake my head. “No, not at all. I’d be happy to talk to them.”

I approach the group and am immediately met by smiles and kind words. I spend the next few minutes signing autographs and taking pictures, genuinely thrilled that a group of women, no matter how small, felt so moved by my story that they were willing to come out here to meet me.

“You’re my role model, Abby. I hope to be as successful and talented as you one day,” one young woman who introduces herself as Lisa tells me.

I smile at her. “Thank you, Lisa. Just keep working hard and following your passion. You can achieve anything you set your mind to.”

But as I’m about to leave, my breath hitches when I spot a familiar little chef hat in the crowd. It’s the little girl from the cook-off, the one who kept me grounded all this time.

My heart swells with emotion as I stoop down to her level.

“Hey there,” I say with a smile. “What’s your name?”

The little girl’s eyes widen with excitement, and she practically bursts with energy. “I’m Charlie!” she explains. “Abby, I can’t believe it’s you!”

Her mother, standing nearby, chuckles. “She hasn’t stopped talking about you since your first interview. She had to come and meet you.”

I can’t help but feel a lump in my throat. To think that I made such an impact on a young child is incredibly heartwarming. I hug the little girl gently.

“That’s so sweet of you,” I tell her. “And what about you? Do you want to be a chef when you grow up?”

The little girl nods enthusiastically. “Yes! I want to be just like you, Abby!”

Tears fill my eyes as I look at her with genuine affection. “You know what, sweetheart?” I find myself saying, reaching out with my index finger to boop her little button nose. “You’re the one who kept me going all this time.”

Charlie’s eyes widen, and she gasps. “Really? How?”