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073: Championship prep disaster

作者: Peace C
last update 公開日: 2026-03-13 23:36:41

Anastasia's POV

I burned the third batch of macarons in two hours and wanted to scream.

The delicate shells that should have been pale pink with perfect feet were dark brown and cracked. Ruined. Just like the previous two attempts and the practice tart before that and the ganache that refused to set properly this morning.

I was two days away from the championship semi-finals and I could not seem to make anything turn out right.

My phone buzzed on the counter. It was Eleanor. Again.

"Anastasia d
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