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... ed the head judge immediately—the woman with hair like polished steel, the one who’d told her warmth could be beautiful.
The judges walked slowly through the room, observing each dish from a distance first. Making notes. Conferring quietly.
Marron’s heart hammered in her chest.
The head judge stopped at her station. Looked at the soup. Looked at Marron.
"French onion soup," she said. It wasn’t a question.
"Yes, ma’am," Marron replied, proud of how steady h ...
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