Shit. She might lose all respect for herself.
She had to stop those self-destructive tendencies or she’d lose what she wanted and the people she loved.
“God, Pierre, I’ve been acting like a chicken.”
Pathetic.
“Une poule?”Pierre asked with one of his scary laughs. “Non,Chef Madison.”
She wished she could take the word of a parrot, but she knew the truth. Picking up the recipe again, she studied it. When she reread the part about her food being even better because of love, she got excited.
What if her cooking got even better than it was now?
The Michelin announcement was ten weeks away, in mid-March. Assuming the Michelin gods hadn’t already come to her restaurant, they would be showing up soon. She wanted that star…
Was Thea right? Would allowing her full feelings for Kyle put her into some crazy new creative space? That possibility made her more inclined to take the risk and see what came of it.
Grabbing the recipe, she read it again. A delicious partnership? Yuck. Again, that was so not her. Flavor wise, she’d have to go with Spicy.Madison’s Spicy New Reality,because she’d have to be living in a totally different dimension to make this work. She grabbed a nearby pen and made the change and kept reading.
Where was her goal of winning her Michelin star?
Another item was missing: instructions.
How like a baker it was to leave those out or make them vague. They were always so vague, like, you might need to add more flour and knead it until it feels like a woman’s breast (totally sexist but true) or an earlobe (also true but totally gross).
So what were her instructions? What was her move with Kyle? Because she had to admit his campaign was already working. She was starting towantto believe, and wasn’t that the first step?
She sat down and got to work.
