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 action smooth and full of

the more aware of the

leaves, the weight of what’s just transpired hits

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

back in my chair, covering my face with both hands.

joy escapes

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

ounce of passion I’ve poured into this establishment.

would be the realization of a dream, a

for the culinary arts.

being spoken in the same breath as

the credibility—the

recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur dreams of being

craft. And this? This is as big as

though the road ahead is uncertain, even though the competition will be

like the universe’s way of telling

overcame, was leading up

are high, yes. But the thrill? The thrill

I burst into the bar

smiles. But

on the bar counter, grabbing their

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

excitement makes it difficult to control

of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen.

recount my meeting with Calvin. “We’ve been chosen as one of

for the Alpha gathering! There’s going to be

elation bubbling

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

my face for any

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

warmth of her hug only adds to the fuzzy happiness

me.

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

as though she’s seeing me

clears his throat, a playful tw inkle in his eye. “Do I

envelope him in a hug, his lanky frame

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

change everything for us!”

Ethan promises, his tone sincere.

of clinking dishes and muted conversation from the kitchen

sound of a door

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

from the loud commotion we