#Chapter 347: Frozen in Place

Abby “So? Tell me all about it.” Chloe sidles up next to me at the prepping station, knife in hand. I shoot her a furtive look over the carrots that I’m getting ready to pickle for the gala. “Tell you about what?” I ask. Chloe smirks and glances over her shoulder at the others, then leans in a little closer. “You and Damon.” I let out a scoff. “You mean the table arrangements he needed help with? Yeah, it was real titillating.” “Oh, come on.” Chloe nudges me as she chops a large onion. The scent doesn’t make my eyes water anymore; although right now, I can’t quite tell if it’s from years of cooking or if it’s because I’ve spent the last three days crying whenever I have a moment alone. “He’s a prince,” she continues. “I’m sure he’s got all kinds of managers who can handle that kind of stuff. You think he was really out there setting up tables just for the hell of it?” I shrug, although this isn’t the first time it’s occurred to me. “I don’t know. He seems like a