Jasmine
My heart was pounding as the first judge tasted my dish. I tried to keep my composure, but the anticipation was overwhelming.
There was no reasonable expression on his face. Nervousness crept into me seeing him squeeze his face. They exchanged looks with the second judge. As the third judge tasted it, he withdrew the spoon back immediately.
I felt my heart sink as I watched the judges exchange puzzled looks. The silence in the room was deafening, and I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me. What went wrong? Did I mess up the dish? A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and I tried my best to hide my disappointment.
The first judge cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry, but this dish is not up to the mark. The flavors are off, and the presentation lacks fine
