Karl Abby stands after her interaction with the woman and her children, and her eyes meet mine beneath the colored lights. “What?” she asks with a slight chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks beautiful, her pinkish pale skin and her pearlescent white dress illuminated by th
Abby “Should we head back to the table?” Karl nods his head toward the table where Gianna and Ethan are still sitting. I follow his gaze, taking a moment to watch as Gianna leans over and whispers something into Ethan’s ear. I don’t want to go back, but I know it’s the polite thing to do. “Sur
John and Anton don’t say anything else about it, but I can sense their knowing gazes on me. However, I return my attention to the task at hand: putting out delicious meal after delicious meal. The kitchen turns into a cacophony of noise, and before I know it, I’m hardly thinking about the party at
Karl As I watch Abby disappear into the crowd, the lingering echoes of the music from our dance still resonate in my mind. It’s a strange mix of emotions that washes over me—happiness from the dance, a sense of loss as she leaves, and a tinge of uncertainty about what will happen after tonight.
As the night continues, I can’t help but think about her. She looked so stunning under the party lights, her white dress fitting her perfectly, her golden hair cascading in gentle waves down her back. Ethan continues to chat with me, but my mind feels distant. Finally, I have to excuse myself from
Abby The rest of the night goes by in a whirlwind. John, Anton, and I are like a well-oiled machine, sending out plate after plate of well-received meals. There are a few complaints and dishes that are sent back, but we handle everything in stride. “Abby, table seven sent back their steak,” Dais
Abby We’re nearing the end of the night, and although my feet are more sore than they’ve ever been and there’s a fine sheen of sweat on my skin, it’s a good sort of exhaustion that I’m feeling. I’m taking a moment to stand beside the line, sipping on some ice cold water to calm my nerves. It
Their mother chuckles. “Thank you again,” she says to me. With a nod and a final smile, I leave them to enjoy the rest of the party and head back to the kitchen. But as I walk away, I can’t deny the tears that have gathered in my eyes. I almost forgot how much I love children, and it fills m