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My heart feels like it’s doing somersaults in my chest as I stammer out my

words. “You’re—you’re Vanessa Greene. The Vanessa Greene.”

“The one and only,” Vanessa says, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze. She

offers her hand, and I feel the warmth of her skin as our palms meet. My hand

trembles, and I’m embarrassed but can’t help it.

Vanessa Greene is literally the most renowned female chef in the country. Aside

from being a bestselling author, she also owns an entire chain of three-star

restaurants called ‘The Greene Plate’, which specialize in organic, farm-to-table,

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gourmet vegan dishes. It’s something that no female chef has ever

accomplished.

Aside from that, she’s the host of her own cooking show, ‘Brunch with Vanessa,’

and has won countless awards.

It goes without saying that I didn’t expect her to be here. Is she one of the

contestants, or one of the judges? Surely she’s a judge. Why would they have

in the country competing

us?

my god,” I mutter. “Y-You’re like my biggest role model. Your book,

the Kitchen,’ was life-changing for me. You have

from his chair, like a cat

look

crumbles a bit

already on stage, being scrutinized by hundreds

people.

Vanessa’s reaction is as

and it feels like I’ve just

hear. It was written for women

it in this

through,

my hands together so they

far-off dream that I can admire but never

catching the light like a

be chased, not

meet her gaze and see something that

kindness. There’s no veil

pure

bring your copy of ‘A Woman

sign it for

around me. Is this really

love that, thank you so much!” The words tumble out

avalanche.

the makeup artist rolling her eyes, impatiently tapping her foot on the

“Miss Greene, we need to get started with your makeup. And

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