Abby

I feel frozen to my spot as the judges make their way toward Daniel’s station.

The grin stretched across his face almost makes me feel sick, and it’s all I can

do not to run off the stage right now.

“Wow,” Vanessa says as she takes the first bite of Daniel’s dish, which looks

leaps and bounds ahead of mine just by presentation alone. “Really, Daniel;

wow. Despite everything, you created a phenomenal dish.”

“Thank you so much,” Daniel says, his eyes flickering toward me. “You know,

with my sous chef’s wrist in so much pain, it was difficult. But we made it.”

Enter title…

Next, the judges begin making their way toward me, and I feel like I’m going to

be sick. They stop in front of my station, and I can feel the cold weight of

Logan’s gaze on me already.

“Hello, Abby,” Vanessa says, her gaze sweet as ever despite the circumstances.

“Your performance in the second round was lacking, but you’re here now. How

do you feel?”

I swallow. “I feel…” I pause, my throat cracked and dry. “I feel… Hopeful,” I

mutter. Vanessa nods in response along with the third judge, but Logan—his

face is as inscrutable as ever.

judges begin their taste test, times

on me, Abby, the chef with the

have his presence by

feels even more vast and

Vanessa finally says, her voice low. “This…

expected from you.”

chest as panic begins to set in. “I…

explain, but my words falter under

of understanding. “I see what you

the plate.

Xavier, a chef of

it there before he even speaks—a profound

he adds

to argue, to defend my dish, to say that the circumstances

I swallow the words. They know the

and yet they seem to expect the

Logan’s voice, clear and authoritative, that

what we have here is a fundamental problem,” he states, his

meeting mine.

the edge of my station, my knuckles whitening.

hoping that the quiver in my voice

an eyebrow. “Well, to put it plainly…” He pauses,

the instructions, Abby. This dish is not

asked for.”

I find myself gasping for

shattering. “This is farro mafaldine with black

exactly what was asked of

says

farro mafaldine with black truffle butter

already digging through the dish with his fork.

of black truffle and holds it up in the

it this way

does this look like a black

as though all of the oxygen

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