Unexpected Savior

Stella

My hands tremble slightly as I reach the door, my thoughts racing a mile a minute.

The apartment still looks like a hurricane just blew through, the ingredients aren’t prepped, I’m still a mess myself, and the judges are an hour and a half early. Great. Just great.

I hope that whoever shoved those paper towels and cardboard down my sink are happy with themselves. And if it was no one, and