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.”

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

more aware of the significance of

of what’s just transpired

room suddenly feels too silent, too still. I gently shut the

in my chair, covering my face with

joy escapes

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

I’ve poured into this establishment. Winning this cook-off would

realization of a dream, a testament to the love I

for the culinary arts.

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

credibility—the implications

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

This is as big

even though the competition will be stiff,

universe’s way of telling me

overcame, was

stakes are high, yes. But

bar area. Ethan and Chloe are engaged

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

on the bar counter,

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

usual. The sheer excitement makes

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

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

There’s going to be a cook-off and everything!” I can

the elation bubbling

morph from surprise to pure shock. “Are you

searching my face for any

eyes sparkle with shared excitement. “Oh my Go d, Abby!” She squeals, wrapping

tight embrace. The warmth of her

me.

so, so proud of you!” she gushes, pulling away but holding my shoulders at

she’s seeing me for the

tw inkle in his eye.

his lanky frame bending to accommodate

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

change everything for us!”

Ethan promises, his

dishes and muted conversation from the

the sound of

clad in his

from the loud commotion we were