“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 pride course through

way around,

reach Daniel’s station. He stands

taste her creation. My heart pounds in

echoing my mounting anxiety.

they come to

ladies and gentlemen,” I say, pushing

rendition of duck pâté en croûte. I incorporated a hint

adds a savory kick

a bite and nods approvingly, her eyes meeting

The second

there’s Logan—the Logan—chef extraordinaire and owner of some

in the world. His gaze is

as he takes a bite

as he chews slowly,

small grimace. My blood runs

off,” he says, setting down his fork.

black pepper

punch to the gut. The judges move on, but I feel

collapsing in on itself. This is only the first round,

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