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ing to back down, he had no

itchen was buzzing - chefs kneading dough, whisking creams, plating pastries. The air was thick wi

onged

hen Elena slid in beside me, he

er your skin

nderstatement

orking with Shawn Moretti. H

abbed a bag of fl

the fact he bothered to critique you means he sees potential

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until we stopped at a private kitchen space - smaller than the main one bu

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n eyebrow. "

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eves and stepped up to the counter. If

s presence behind me - watching, analyzi

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out the dough with precision, making su

gh the butter and my breathing with the sound made by the rolling pin against the mar

d to test

's p

thickened into a smooth, silkiness. This time I added a stronger vanilla bean

rispy. As I layered the mille-feuille, I was steady as I piped the cr

mpleting the top layer while effortlessly

back, exhal

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e sliced through it, inspecting the layers-checking if they were crisp enough,

ed up a fork a

llowed

impossible to read. The seconds

set the

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ed. "Tha

cleaner; the pastry cream has more depth. I

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