Abby

The buzzer goes off, and the contestants place down their dishes, stepping

back from their stations. The room is alive with murmurs, excitement from the

crowd as their eyes scan the three dishes on the stage. The judges step down

from their booth, their gazes inscrutable.

My hands tremble, still hovering over the tiramisu’s uneven surface— it’s a

mocking reminder of the chaos just moments before, but I could fix it, at least a

little. Maybe no one would even notice.

My dish is not even close to perfect, far from the image I had in my head, and

every fiber of my being screams to adjust the messy dusting of pistachios just a

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little bit, just so I can make it look a tiny bit more presentable.

But before my fingers can act, I catch Logan’s cold glare, halting me, his

disapproval crystal clear. I quickly pull my hands away, feeling my face turn what

I can only imagine is the deepest shade of red ever.

We all stand back, the stage now eerily quiet. The judges begin to make their

rounds, and I can hear them before I see them.

“Delicious,” Logan says, slowly chewing a bite of none other than Daniel’s

You’ve outdone yourself,

says with a nod. His eyes flicker over to me, and

something bubbling inside of me,

spices? I wouldn’t put

can’t quite make out what they say

they like his

subtle

She loves it. And now, it’s just me left; me, with my ugly tiramisu. How can

if they love the others’

best for last.” Vanessa’s voice is sweet, almost too

me, pulling me out of my pit of dread.

can do is offer a tense smile, nodding politely as

bit of

her eyes closing for a brief moment.

shifts ever so

It’s not a grimace,

either.

use any spices out of

feel the color drain from my face. “Just… Just nutmeg,” I reply,

quivering.

hum is low and confused as she beckons Logan

of her head.

as he approaches. I brace myself,

spices, the unsettling suspicion of sabotage, the way the

added the ‘nutmeg’ to the

almost want to curse out loud; I should have checked it just to be

out of

a spoonful. His eyes, a stormy gray color,

he tastes

putting the spoon down with a

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