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.”

appears in his eyes. “I’m counting on it.” With that, he rises,

that makes me all the more aware

leaves, the weight of

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

in my chair, covering my face with

escapes

validation of every sacrifice I’ve made,

passion I’ve poured into this establishment.

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

for the culinary arts.

of my restaurant’s name being spoken in the

credibility—the

it’s the recognition. Every chef,

their craft. And this? This

is uncertain, even though the competition

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

overcame, was leading up

stakes are high, yes. But the thrill? The

the bar area. Ethan and Chloe

by their smiles. But all that is forgotten as I dramatically

on the bar counter, grabbing

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

makes it difficult to control

an expression of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen.

pausing for a breath, I recount my meeting with Calvin. “We’ve been chosen as one of

the Alpha gathering! There’s going to be

elation bubbling within

to pure shock. “Are you serious?” Ethan

for any sign

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

of her

me.

away

seeing me for the

playful tw inkle in his

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

mumble against his chest. Pulling back, I add, “I’m going

change everything for us!”

way,” Ethan promises, his tone sincere.

cacophony of clinking dishes and muted conversation from the kitchen is

sound of

eye, I spot Karl, clad in his bandana and

is furrowed, presumably from the loud commotion