Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 54: Cookoff?!
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“This… Isn’t a prank, right?”

Even as I utter those words, I feel like an idiot. But I can’t help myself; I just can’t wrap my head around

this whole situation. My little restaurant was chosen as one of four finalists for the Alpha gathering out

of all of the amazing restaurants in the city?

The rich timbre of Calvin’s chuckle fills the room. “A prank? No, ma’am, this is as real as it gets. But, I’d

advise you not to pop the champagne just yet.”

I raise an eyebrow, my heart still pounding hard. “Why’s that?”

“The selection process requires a cook-off,” he explains. “Each of the four chosen restaurants will

compete to showcase their culinary prowess. Based on this, we’ll decide which establishment will have

the honor of catering for the Alpha gathering. It will be quite rigorous.”

The gravity of the competition he’s describing does little to dampen my excitement. This is an incredible

opportunity, and even just being considered feels like a massive win. “So, what you’re saying is that

there’s a chance, even if it’s one in four?”

“Exactly. And considering the caliber of dishes you serve here, I’d say you stand a good chance.”

Calvin’s smile is enigmatic, but it’s clear he’s not just trying to flatter me. “If you accept our offer to

participate, I’ll make sure all the details and requirements are sent to you ASAP.”

A whirlwind of thoughts race through my mind. The dishes I’d prepare, the strategies I’d employ, the

possible reactions of the judges. But even amidst this rush, the answer is clear.

“Of course I accept,” I say, my voice firm and decisive.

“Excellent. I believed you would,” Calvin nods, pulling out a sleek card from his pocket and placing it on

my desk. “This is my direct contact. Should you have any questions or need clarification, don’t hesitate

to reach out.”

I take the card, the cool, smooth texture a stark contrast to the warmth of my fingers. “Thank you, Mr.

Thompson. I won’t let you down.”

appears in his eyes. “I’m counting on it.” With that, he rises, the action smooth and

the more aware of the significance of

weight of what’s

suddenly feels too silent, too still. I gently

my chair, covering my face with

joy escapes my

just an opportunity. It’s a validation of every sacrifice I’ve made, every

ounce of passion I’ve poured into

be the realization of a dream, a testament to the love I

for the culinary arts.

of my restaurant’s name being spoken in the same breath as the city’s

the credibility—the

the recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur dreams of

And this? This is as big

road ahead is uncertain, even though the competition

golden. It feels like the universe’s way of telling me that every

was leading

yes. But the thrill? The thrill

burst into the bar area. Ethan and Chloe are engaged in what

by their smiles. But all that is

on the bar counter,

guys! You will not believe what just happened in my office!” I nearly

makes it difficult to control my

to an expression of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen. “What is

for a breath, I recount my meeting with Calvin. “We’ve been chosen as one of

the Alpha gathering! There’s going to be

the elation

pair’s expressions morph from surprise to pure shock. “Are you serious?”

searching my face for any sign of

eyes sparkle with shared excitement. “Oh my Go d,

embrace. The warmth of her hug only adds

me.

so, so proud of you!” she gushes, pulling away

she’s seeing

tw inkle in his eye. “Do I get

envelope him in a hug, his lanky frame bending to accommodate mine. “Of course,

chest. Pulling back, I add, “I’m going

change everything for us!”

way,” Ethan promises, his tone sincere. “Whatever you need,

clinking dishes and muted conversation from the kitchen is momentarily

of a door

clad in his

from the loud commotion