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.”

With

the more aware of the significance

of what’s just transpired

feels too silent, too still. I gently shut the door and then, unable to

my chair, covering my face with

joy escapes

It’s a validation of every sacrifice I’ve

of passion I’ve poured into

realization of a dream, a testament to the

for the culinary arts.

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

the credibility—the implications

than that, it’s the recognition. Every chef, every

this? This is as big

uncertain, even though

like the universe’s way of telling me that every challenge I faced,

was leading up

But the thrill? The

pumping through me, I burst into the bar area. Ethan and Chloe are

an amusing chat, judging by their smiles. But all that is forgotten as I

the bar counter, grabbing

believe what just happened in my office!” I nearly shout,

The sheer excitement makes it difficult to control my

of curiosity

breath, I recount my meeting with

Alpha gathering! There’s going to be a cook-off and everything!”

elation

to pure shock. “Are you serious?” Ethan gasps,

my face for any sign

eyes sparkle with shared excitement. “Oh my Go

The warmth of her hug

me.

away but holding my shoulders at arm’s

she’s seeing

a playful tw inkle in his eye. “Do

in a hug, his lanky frame bending to accommodate mine.

mumble against his chest. Pulling back, I add, “I’m going to need all hands on deck. This

change everything for us!”

you every step of the way,” Ethan promises, his tone sincere. “Whatever you

of clinking dishes and muted conversation from the kitchen is momentarily

of a door

clad in

is furrowed, presumably from the loud