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.”

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

makes me all the more aware of the significance of

of what’s just transpired

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

my face

escapes my

an opportunity. It’s a validation of every

I’ve poured into this

realization of a dream,

for the culinary arts.

idea of my restaurant’s name being spoken in the same

the credibility—the

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

their craft. And this? This is as big as

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

golden. It feels like the universe’s way

overcame, was

yes. But the thrill? The thrill is

the bar area. Ethan and

their smiles. But

bar counter, grabbing

happened in my office!” I nearly shout,

than usual. The sheer excitement makes it difficult to

an expression of curiosity

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

elation

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

face for

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

embrace. The warmth of her hug only

me.

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

as though she’s seeing

inkle in his eye. “Do I get

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

“I’m going to

change everything for us!”

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

clinking dishes and muted conversation from

the sound of a door swinging

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

is furrowed, presumably from the loud commotion we