Chapter 0453


    Abby


    The morning sun filters through therge windows of the mansion’s kitchen, casting a warm, golden glow over the array of


    ingredients that’s waiting for us.


    I''m standing at the counter ind, a chopping board and a pile of fresh vegetables in front of me. The familiar scents of garlic


    and herbs fill the air, mingling with the sound of sizzling pans and the asional burst ofughter from my team.


    “Merde, John,” Anton exims, throwing his hands up in the air. “Two weeks, and you have forgotten how to make a roux!”


    John chuckles, a deep and gravelly sound. “Oh, hush, Anton,” he teases. “You know | make the best macaroni and cheese


    you''ve ever tasted. You''ve said so yourself.”


    Anton grimaces. “No, no,” he says, “I said that your macaroni and cheese is the best | have tasted, but that is only because it’s


    the only macaroni and cheese | have ever tasted. | would never willingly sully my pte with something so... fatty and


    unrefined.”


    Anton’s words lead to a chorus ofughter from myself and the rest of the team. It’s aforting cacophony, a reminder of why |


    love cooking—it’s not just about the food, but the people and the moments we share.


    And god, how much | missed cooking with my team.


    As | keep chopping the vegetables, | nce around at the well-oiled machine that is my staff.


    John and Anton, as always, are manning the stoves with practiced ease. They move almost in a mirror image of each other; it’s


    funny to see how close they’ve be, like brothers as they work. They banter relentlessly, but their dishes always turn out


    perfectly, with just the right blend of seasoning and the perfect texture.


    Meanwhile, Ethan, Daisy, Leah, and Chloe are spread out across the kitchen, each absorbed in their own tasks. Ethan is


    meticulously chopping onions, Daisy is stirring a pot of what will soon be a rich and hearty stew, Leah is whisking a


    dressing for the sd, and Chloe, ever the perfectionist, is arranging the freshly baked bread on various tters.


    She doesn’t see me looking, and | don’t keep my gaze on her for long. We''ve hardly spoken this morning.


    “Abby, how’s the veggie preping along?” John calls out, his voice rising above the tter of pots and pans. He pulls me out


    of my reverie, and | return to my work.


    “Just about done,” | reply, my knife slicing through a carrot with a satisfying crunch.


    “| must say,” Anton chimes in then, “this kitchen is a dream to work in. Your taste is impable, Abby. Perhaps you and Karl


    should team up again as husband and wife, and decorate my kitchen next.”


    “Oh, Anton,” Daisy chides, clicking her tongue. “Watch what you say!”


    Anton’s words, althoughing


    from a good ce, make my hea


    clench a little. |ngenltsat Eh,


    winiGst Srhappens to look up at me


    at the same time. She''s still mad at


    me, and we both quickly look away.


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    But she''lle around; I’m sure of it. At least, that’s what | keep telling myself.


    A few hourster, we''re all bustling


    around, packing up the prepared food


    and utensils f te pe@VSto''th


    vobintaetihg location. The


    atmosphere is charged with


    excitement and a hint of nervous


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    Today''s event is special, because


    we''re not just cooking; we''re part of


    something bigger, contributiggcts the


    urine raha the library''s


    b


    ing project. | know that this


    community doesn’t mean as much to


    them as the city, but it still means


    something, and that’s all that matters


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    As we arrive at the library location, the scene is already a hive of activity despite the early hour.


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