Chapter 95. Chef For Daddy: pt. 1

I held onto the crumpled letter in my hand as the Uber slowed to a stop. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my throat. This was it—the first day of my new life. I had finally escaped that tiny town where everybody knew everybody else’s business, where the mail took forever to arrive, and where finishing high school felt like climbing a mountain because the system moved so slow. The letter saying I’d gotten the job in Los Angeles had come weeks late, but it came. That was all that mattered.

I thanked the driver and stepped out, dragging my patched-up duffel bag behind me. The moment my sneakers hit the pavement, I froze. My jaw actually dropped. I had never seen buildings this tall in my whole life. They stretched up so high I had to tilt my head all the way back just to see the tops, and even then the sky seemed to swallow them. Cars rushed by in colors I didn’t know existed, horns blaring, people walking so fast they almost blurred. I stood there staring until so