“On it,” he responds, jogging toward the pantry. He returns a few moments later,

and we swap places.

“Make sure to turn the duck and sear it evenly,” I call out as I begin to mix the

ingredients together to make the dough. “Use the red wine for moisture. Yeah,

just like that, perfect…”

When the buzzer blares, signaling the end of the round, I step back and take a

look at my dish.

It’s beautiful—each element perfectly executed, just like I rehearsed a million

times in my head. The plate practically glows under the stage lights, and I can’t

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of

judges make their way around, forks

watch as they reach Daniel’s station.

taste her creation. My heart pounds in my chest,

echoing my mounting anxiety.

they come to

gentlemen,” I say, pushing my plate forward. “I

en croûte. I incorporated a hint of black

which I believe adds

nods approvingly, her eyes meeting mine

second

Logan—chef extraordinaire and owner of

renowned restaurants in the world. His gaze is

takes a bite of my

seconds stretch out like hours as

then, a small grimace. My blood

says, setting down his fork. “And you could

black pepper isn’t hiding your

the gut. The judges move on, but I

collapsing in on itself. This

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