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.”

counting on it.” With that, he rises, the action smooth and full

the more aware of the significance of this

weight of what’s just transpired hits

gently shut the door and then, unable to contain

my face with both hands.

escapes my

validation of every sacrifice I’ve

into this establishment. Winning

It would be the 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 credibility—the implications are

the recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur

And this? This is as big

ahead is uncertain, even though

like the universe’s way of telling

I overcame, was leading up to

are high, yes. But the thrill? The thrill is

into the bar area. Ethan and Chloe are engaged

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

on the bar counter, grabbing

not believe what just happened in

than usual. The sheer excitement makes

grin fades to an expression of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes

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

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

elation bubbling

expressions morph from surprise to pure shock. “Are you serious?” Ethan gasps, his

face for any sign of

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

her hug only adds to the fuzzy happiness that

me.

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

though she’s seeing me for

tw inkle in his eye. “Do

hug, his lanky frame

back, I add, “I’m going

change everything for us!”

Ethan promises, his tone sincere.

dishes and muted conversation from

the sound of a

the corner of my eye, I spot Karl, clad in

presumably from the loud commotion we were