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.”

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

the more aware of the significance

the weight of what’s just

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

my chair, covering my face with both hands. A m

joy escapes

than just an opportunity. It’s a validation of every sacrifice

every ounce of passion I’ve poured into this establishment. Winning this

the realization of a

for the culinary arts.

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

the credibility—the

it’s the recognition. Every

this? This is as big

though the competition will be stiff, this moment,

like the universe’s way of telling me that every

I overcame, was leading

high, yes. But the thrill? The thrill

through me, I burst into the bar area. Ethan and Chloe are engaged in what

amusing chat, judging by their smiles. But all that is

the bar counter, grabbing their

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

sheer excitement makes it difficult

fades to an expression of curiosity while

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

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

elation bubbling within

surprise to pure shock. “Are you

for any sign of

“Oh my

a tight embrace. The warmth of her hug only adds to the fuzzy happiness that

me.

proud of you!” she gushes, pulling away but

she’s seeing me for

a playful tw inkle in his eye. “Do I

his lanky frame bending to

Pulling back, I add, “I’m going to need all hands

change everything for us!”

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

clinking dishes and muted conversation from the kitchen

of a

the corner of my eye, I spot Karl, clad in his bandana and t-shirt, striding into

is furrowed, presumably from the loud