Fate.
The kitchen was bubbling. Filled with life as the aroma of spices and the rhythmic chop-chop of blades filled the air. The Challenge had been ongoing for a week now, yet I hadn’t had a proper chance to talk to Joan. Everyone was busy, their schedules pulled them in different directions. Today, however, fate, or kitchen duty, had presented us the opportunity to discuss her future.
Fiona's reaction to Dominic's actions still played in my mind, reshaping my feelings. Her matter-of-fact acceptance of the initiation added context I hadn’t considered. While I couldn’t forgive Dominic for what he had intended, understanding it better softened my resentment.
“Hello, Luna Luna!” Joan’s cheerful voice broke through my thoughts as she stepped into the kitchen. I rushed to her, pulling her
