Chapter 9

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"Ms. Wilson, have you finished preparing your acceptance speech?" A year later, I stood backstage at an awards ceremony, still editing the lesson plan for one of my free community cooking classes. Flavors of the South became a hit far faster than anyone expected. After the fishing village family banquet episode aired, countless viewers said it reminded them of meals around their own family tables. The documentary went on to win the year's Best Lifestyle Documentary Award. My channel took off again. Not because of Jacob's connections. Not because I was anyone's fiancée. Simply because of my work. Stanley handed me a thermos. "Drink some water. You've had nothing but coffee since this afternoon." I smiled as I took it. "You still keep track of that?" "Your stomach does." His eyes dr

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