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

makes me all the more aware of the significance

leaves, the weight of what’s just transpired hits

feels too silent, too still. I gently shut the door

face with both hands. A m uffled yell

escapes

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

poured into this establishment. Winning

It would be the realization of a dream, a testament to the

for the culinary arts.

spoken in the same breath

credibility—the implications

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

this? This is as big

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

golden. It feels like the universe’s way of telling me that

I overcame, was

But the thrill? The

I burst into the bar area. Ethan

judging by their smiles. But

on the bar counter, grabbing

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

excitement makes it

an expression of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen.

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

going to

elation

pair’s expressions morph from surprise to pure shock. “Are you

face for any sign of

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

tight embrace. The warmth of her hug only adds to

me.

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

as though she’s seeing

in his eye. “Do I get

him in a hug, his lanky

I add, “I’m going to need all hands

change everything for us!”

way,” Ethan promises,

clinking dishes and muted conversation from

sound of a door swinging

I spot Karl, clad in

is furrowed, presumably from the loud commotion we