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 that, he rises, the action

more aware of the significance of

weight of

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

lean back in my chair, covering my face with both

joy escapes my

more than just an opportunity. It’s a validation of

passion I’ve poured into this establishment. Winning

It would be the realization of a dream, a testament to

for the culinary arts.

in the

the credibility—the implications are

the recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur

And this? This is

ahead is uncertain, even though the competition will

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

was

But the thrill? The thrill

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

judging by their smiles. But all that is forgotten as

on the bar counter, grabbing

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

than usual. The sheer excitement makes it difficult to control

to an expression of curiosity while

breath, I recount my meeting

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

elation

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

for

excitement. “Oh my Go d, Abby!” She squeals,

warmth of her hug only

me.

of you!” she gushes, pulling away but holding my shoulders at arm’s length, looking

she’s seeing me for

playful tw inkle in his eye. “Do I get

his lanky frame

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

change everything for us!”

the way,” Ethan promises, his tone

muted conversation from the kitchen is

of a door swinging

I spot Karl, clad in his bandana

is furrowed, presumably from the loud commotion we were