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Author: Grace Grandi
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Chapter 18

**Cynthia's POV**

This time around, I didn’t meet Anna outside, so I hoped for a better story in class today

The lecture hall was fuller than I expected, not just the enrolled students, but auditors, visitors, curious faces who'd heard whispers about the Michelin three-star chef turned visiting professor.

I stood at the podium, in my element, my voice steady as I spoke about the philosophy behind culinary creation, how food was a form of communication, a bridge between cultures, how respecting ingredients meant honoring the hands that harvested them and the people who would savor them.

The students were engaged, leaning forward, jotting notes, raising hands with thoughtful questions. "How do you balance tradition and innovation in a dish?" one asked.

"By listening to the story each ingredient tells," I replied, smiling as murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. It was a fulfilling moment for me.

But then I noticed a man in his thirties, three rows back, his gaze fixe
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