Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 295

After all, our paths have diverged, and it’s time for both of us to move on.

Mr. Thompson’s voice brings me back to the present. “Well then,” he continues, “I’ll be looking forward to your interview tomorrow. I’ll email you the details as soon as we’re done here.”

I can’t help but smile. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. Really.”

With a deep breath, I hang up the phone and lean back against a storage rack, too stunned to even stand up straight. I just can’t believe it; despite everything, I’m catering the Alpha party.

After taking some time to calm down a bit, I push away from the storage rack and walk over to the door. And when I push it open, I find myself face to face with none other than…

Daisy, Ethan, Chloe, John, and Anton, all huddled together by the counter as if they weren’t just eavesdropping on my conversation. Their guilty expressions are comical, and I can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, thoroughly amused.

They scramble to break apart, each of them pretending to be engrossed in something else entirely. Chloe suddenly finds her coffee cup fascinating, John starts examining a tray of pastries, and Ethan pretends to be deeply absorbed in his phone.

But I meet Chloe’s eyes and can’t help but grin. With a dramatic flair, I throw my arms up in the air and announce, “I’m catering the Alpha party!”

The effect is immediate. My friends erupt into cheers, and we gather in a tight circle for a big group hug. I can’t help but laugh as they shower me with congratulations and well wishes. John’s bear hug sweeps me off my feet, leaving me breathless when he finally sets me back down.

“Abby, that’s amazing!” Chloe exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Daisy wipes away a tear of joy. “I knew you could do it.”

Ethan claps me on the back, his grin infectious. “See? Told you.”

“Gosh, guys, I…” I begin, but my voice falters. “I… I don’t know what to say. I just…”

I pause, looking around at all of my friends, at all of their smiling faces. If only there was just one more. But he’s gone, and he’s not coming back to this kitchen. That ship has sailed, and I wasn’t on it.

“Oh, fuck it,” I finally say with a laugh, raising my glass. “I love you guys. Really, from the bottom of my heart. This is all because of you. So thank you.”

There’s a silence, and for a moment, I wonder if I didn’t say enough, or if what I said wasn’t good enough. But then, Anton’s voice bellows above the rest, causing all of us to turn to face him.

“Salut!” he exclaims, holding up his glass.

We all grin in unison, holding ours up and clinking them together in one big, jumbled, beautiful mess.