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

more aware

weight of what’s just transpired

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

excitement, lean back in my chair, covering my face with both

joy escapes my

It’s a validation of every sacrifice I’ve made,

passion I’ve poured into this establishment. Winning this

just garner business. It would be the realization

for the culinary arts.

my restaurant’s name being spoken in

the credibility—the

the recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur dreams

this? This is as

uncertain, even though the

golden. It feels like the universe’s way

overcame, was

high, yes. But the

bar area. Ethan and Chloe are engaged in

chat, judging by their smiles. But all that

on the bar counter,

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

The sheer excitement makes it difficult

of curiosity

a breath, I recount my meeting with Calvin.

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

the elation bubbling

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

face for any sign of

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

The warmth of her hug only adds

me.

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

she’s seeing me for

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

him in a hug, his lanky frame bending

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

change everything for us!”

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

of clinking dishes and muted conversation from

sound of a door swinging

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

is furrowed, presumably from the loud commotion