Chapter 138 Last Call

• Abby
• We exit hair and makeup, and I can’t help but feel like an impostor beneath this mask of perfectly-caked makeup. Just like yesterday, it feels like an uncomfortable facade, a porcelain mask covering the real Abby. I can’t help but wonder to myself: why is this amount of makeup necessary for a cooking show? Shouldn’t my abilities be judged, not my face?
• I glance over at Karl as we walk out of the hair and makeup room. He’s still wearing his blue surgical mask, but the makeup that I can see on his face is much lighter than mine.