Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0250

Abby

The stage lights feel even more blinding now from the tears in my eyes. A makeup artist darts around,

dabbing my face with powder to cover the streaks from crying. In more ways than one, I’m glad this hell

is almost over; right now, I’m just looking forward to getting this damn makeup off.

Finally, the director counts down from three, and it feels as though we’ve done this a million times

before. The crowd cheers, the music plays, the announcer struts across the stage. And me? I’m

standing here like a statue, my smile just as fake as my manicured eyelashes.

Daniel stands next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I can feel the hatred emanating off of him. He

stands tall and proud, the perfect picture of arrogance.

He doesn’t say a word to me, because he doesn’t need to. He already said everything he needed to

say earlier. He got his digs in, made his sharp words stab me to my core. There’s no point now.

I can sense the satisfaction coursing through his veins as he stands beside me, the realization that he

won—not just in the competition, but in life—washing over both of us. In just a few minutes, he’ll get

exactly what he wants. Not only a trophy, but to beat a woman down to nothing.

The announcer turns to Daniel first, his voice echoing across the studio. “Daniel, you’ve shown

immense skill throughout this competition. As we come to a close, how are you feeling about your

performance?”

Daniel’s lips twist into a smile that doesn’t even come close to reaching his eyes.

“Confident,” he says without skipping a beat. “The true winner today will be more than just a lovable

personality…” he sneers subtly, casting a sidelong glance at me. “He will be a skilled chef.” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The message is clear, and the gleam in his eye is sharp, almost predatory.

Heat creeps up into my cheeks as the crowd applauds. The announcer then turns to me, his eyes

meeting mine. “Abby, you’ve become a favorite for many during this competition. Tell us, what has this

experience meant to you?”

My gaze lifts to the audience, to the sea of faces that seem to blur together into one. There are fewer

signs with my name now thanks to my failures, and the realization leaves a hole in my chest.

But then, there she is—the little girl in the third row with her chef’s hat falling into her eyes. Her eyes

are just as wide and bright as ever, and she still holds up her little sign in her tiny hand, a grin spread

across her face.

I can feel the lump in my throat, but I push through… because I’m reminded of why I’m here, even if I

don’t win.

I’m here for her.

“This competition,” I start, my voice surprisingly steady, “has been an extraordinary journey. As a

female chef in this incredible, challenging field, I’m just happy to have been here. To show that we—” I

pause, my heart in my throat, “—that I can stand toe to toe with the best.”

I take a breath, the air tasting thick. “And maybe, just maybe,” I continue, “my presence here will inspire

others. That future female chefs will push even harder, making sure our skills—and our voices—are not

only recognized, but also respected.”

There’s a ripple through the crowd, a murmur of acknowledgment, of support, maybe. Or maybe it’s

just the sound of anticipation as everyone waits for the results.

The announcer’s voice then cuts through the murmurings.

“And the winner is…” His eyes flick to the judges as he pulls a small red envelope out of his pocket.

My breath catches. Logan’s eyes lock onto mine, his expression an unreadable mask. He doesn’t

smile, doesn’t even blink. Instead, his head gives the faintest of shakes, and my world seems to tilt for

what feels like the millionth time today.

Vanessa, once my champion, now looks on with a cool detachment. She catches my eyes for the

briefest of moments before she leans toward Logan, whispering something, her head inclining toward

me in a nod so slight it could have been a trick of the light.

My hands are trembling. I can’t look at Daniel, can’t afford to see the smirk I know is there. Instead, I

find the little girl in the crowd, her eyes wide with hope, and I draw strength from her innocence, her

belief in me.

“And the winner is…” The pause hangs for what feels like an eternity before he finally speaks, as

though drawing it out for dramatic effect. And then, drawing the card out of the envelope he reads it

and his gaze lifts up to the crowd.

“Daniel.”

The sound of his name, amplified by speakers and followed by the sudden thunderous applause,

seems to suck the oxygen right out of the room. The edges of my vision seem to blur and for a

heartbeat, or maybe an eternity, I feel like I’m not in my own body.

It’s as if I’m watching from afar, like I’m the little girl in the crowd, and I’m seeing my idol become

crushed into nothingness right before my very eyes.

I don’t even mean to, but I’m clapping. I’m putting on the smile, the facade for the camera. It feels

mechanical. It feels like there are invisible strings directing my movements. I want to cry, but I can’t.

After all, tears will ruin my perfect makeup, right?

The announcer carries a gleaming trophy across the stage and hands it to Daniel, who holds it like a

piece of treasure in his hands.

“Daniel,” the announcer says once the cheers have died down, “perhaps your confidence wasn’t

unfounded, don’t you think?”

To him, it will be forgotten before he knows it.

“I’m always confident,” he says into the microphone, his sickening voice echoing across the studio.

“And that’s exactly why I always win.” Content of Draмąոovels.com

The announcer grins and lets out a laugh of his own, then turns back to face the crowd.

“And that, folks, is the end of this year’s Alpha party cook-off. Let’s give another round of applause to

our winner, Daniel!”

And as Daniel holds the trophy above his head, the glass catching the light, it glints in my eyes in a way

that’s completely blinding. The rest of the world seems to fall into shadow.