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.”

it.” With that,

more aware of

the weight of what’s

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

back in my chair, covering my face with both hands. A m uffled yell

joy escapes

more than just an opportunity. It’s a validation of every sacrifice I’ve made, every late night

I’ve poured into this establishment. Winning this

just garner business. It would be the realization of a dream, a testament to the love

for the culinary arts.

restaurant’s name being spoken in the same breath

the credibility—the implications are

that, it’s the recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur dreams of

this? This

though the competition

golden. It feels like the universe’s way of

was

are high, yes. But the thrill?

burst into the bar area. Ethan

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

bar counter, grabbing their

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

than usual. The sheer excitement makes

of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen. “What is it,

for a breath, I recount my meeting with Calvin.

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

the elation bubbling

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

searching my face for any

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

embrace. The warmth of her hug only

me.

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

though she’s seeing me

his throat, a playful tw inkle in

his lanky frame bending to accommodate mine. “Of course,

chest. Pulling back, I add, “I’m going to

change everything for us!”

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

dishes and muted conversation from the kitchen

sound of a door swinging

eye, I spot Karl, clad in his bandana

from the