Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Abby

There's no time to waste; I need to write this email to my staff so I can invite them to come for this catering event. However, as I sit down at the kitchen island with my laptop in front of me, I can't help but feel my heart pound as I begin typing out the invitation.

I'll admit that this was a brilliant idea on Karl's part. This could be great, not just for the community, but for my staff. I feel bad leaving them out of work while the Alpha party debacle is under investigation, but this will be a great chance for them to earn some money.

And besides, I'm looking forward to seeing them. I miss my staff; they're not just my staff, but my friends. It'll be nice to have them all together, assuming they even accept. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, though

With a determined click of the send button, the invitation is on its way, and there's no turning back now. I know that Chloe, at the very least, will be perturbed, but it's too late now. I close my laptop and head up to my room, hoping that this will turn out in the way that Karl and I hoped.

But I can't deny that I'm still a bit taken aback by Karl's eager willingness to speak with Chloe and Leah, just as he promised. I hate to say it, but I didn't fully expect him to actually go through with that stipulation of our agreement, and it makes me wonder...

Maybe this arrangement of ours won't end in flames like I initially thought?

But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I step into my bedroom and toss my phone down on the bed. As I'm getting ready for my shower, though, my phone starts dinging. I'm sure the responses are rolling in, and I can’t wait to see what everyone says.

Crossing the room, I pick up my phone and open my email app. Daisy, always quick with her replies, is the first to accept the invitation with enthusiasm. “Sounds like a great opportunity, Abby! Count me in!" she writes.

Ethan's response comes next, a simple “I'm in,” without much elaboration. I cant help but wonder what's going through his mind right now, but I don’t dwell on it for long. What matters is that he's coming, and I'm glad to have him.

A few moments later, John, ever the practical one, writes, “I'll be there, Abby. Let me know what you need me to do.”

And then, finally, there's Anton's reply: short and sweet. “I can’t say no! See you soon!”

As I read through their acceptances, I feel a mix of relief and apprehension. It's good to know that my staff is willing to participate, but I can't shake the feeling that this event will be a challenge on many levels. Karl promised he'd handle the rest, though, so I decide to let him handle it for once. But just as I'm about to head for the shower, my phone starts buzzing. I turn slowly, feeling my heart sink as I see an incoming FaceTime call from none other than Chloe and Leah. Their names flash on my screen, a reminder of the tension that might arise from this whole ordeal.

I still don't know how they'll take it when Karl and I tell them what's going on. I just hope they're supportive.

I let out a quiet curse under my breath as I accept the call. The video call connects, and the screen splits into two, revealing Leah and Chloe's concerned faces staring back at me.

"Hey, guys,” I say with a tense smile. “I take it you got my email?”

"We did,” Leah says cautiously. “And Abby—"

“Abby, where are you right now?”