Chapter 392 Biggest Critic

• Abby
• Smoothing down my chef’s coat, I carefully step out into the dining area. I’m met with the sound of a bustling, happy restaurant—a sound that should make me elated, but right now, it just adds to my worry.
• “He’s over there,” Daisy murmurs in my ear. She nods her head toward a man who’s sitting by himself at a corner table. He’s sitting with his back turned to me, wearing a crisp tweed jacket. Even from where I’m standing, I can see him writing furiously in a notepad.