Chapter 177 A Friendly Meal
- Abby
- A warmth rushes over me as I carry the extra plates to the table where the judges are sitting. Karl follows close behind with a jug of water and two extra glasses. The scent of rosemary and thyme hangs in the air as I slide the plates down and pull up a chair.
- My heart’s doing somersaults, but I manage to muster a smile.