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The chef and The charmer chapter 126
Evelyn’s POVWe didn’t make a grand post or dramatic reveal.No sweeping declarations on social media. No press releases or curated couple photoshoots. No one-liner PR statements from Damian’s office or gossip blogs hinting at an engagement.Instead, we kept it quiet—intimate.We invited everyone—Chris, Morgan, Damian’s extended family including uncle Anthony Miranda and her mother aunt Claire, and a few close friends—to the penthouse under the pretense of a dinner celebration for the mentorship launch. No one questioned it. The timing was perfect: I had just finished presenting my mentorship program, Something of My Own, at a charity gala last weekend, and the buzz was still fresh. If people assumed this dinner was just a wrap-up event to celebrate, that was fine.The penthouse buzzed with warmth. Champagne flutes clinked, the scent of rosemary lamb lingered in the air, and soft jazz curled through the room like perfume. The glass wall gave us a panoramic view of the city—lights twin
The chef and The charmer chapter 125
Evelyn’s POVThe lights weren’t harsh, but my palms still sweated under their glow.They illuminated the soft golden drapes that hung from the high ceilings, catching in the folds like sunlight clinging to late autumn leaves. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine candles and aged wine. Around me, laughter drifted in delicate waves, punctuated by the clink of crystal glasses and the smooth hum of a live string quartet tucked into the corner.A charity event—intimate, sophisticated, curated to feel effortless. The kind of evening Morgan Blackstone might’ve once orchestrated not out of compassion, but for power. For influence. For optics.But tonight wasn’t about appearances. It was about something else. Something deeper. Something mine.My program: Something of My Own. A mentorship initiative for girls who’d been told their dreams had ceilings. Girls who had only ever been taught to survive, not thrive. Girls who’d learned that the world didn’t bend for them, didn’t yield, didn’t
The chef and The charmer chapter 124
Evelyn’s POVIt started with an email. Simple. Unassuming.Subject: “Local Food Program Needs Guest Chef for Youth Series”It was from an old culinary colleague—Nina Ramsey—someone I hadn’t heard from in years. We’d trained together at Le Cordon Bleu back in cold spring, pulling all-nighters and swapping recipes like secrets. After school, we took different paths. I went straight into restaurants, then a cooking contest, while she stayed grounded, doing nonprofit work, building community gardens, organizing local food drives.Her message was short:“Hey Evelyn, I’m helping a youth center downtown with a cooking series. We need someone to teach a few classes—basic stuff, but we want someone the kids can relate to. Someone who cares. I know your calendar’s probably insane, but… would love to have you, even just once. Let me know.”I stared at the email for a long time.Part of me instinctively reached for an excuse—TV interviews, press obligations, an ongoing chaos. But the truth wa
The chef and The charmer chapter 123
Evelyn’s POVIt started with a silence that stretched too long.Every day that passed without a word from Morgan felt like a thread unraveling inside Damian. I saw it in the way he lingered by the windows after the kettle clicked off. The way he reread old emails as if some hidden meaning might appear if he looked hard enough. The way he jumped—physically startled—at every unknown number on his phone. Each ring held the same thin hope, and each silence after it, the same dull crash.“She’s not like this,” he kept saying. “Even at her worst—she never disappears.”And he was right.Morgan Blackstone did not vanish. She orchestrated. She calculated. She made an event out of every move, each gesture curated, even her silences purposeful. She announced her exits like a queen abdicating a throne. She had a flair for dramatics—but never without intention.But this? This silence? It didn’t feel strategic.It felt final.And the not-knowing—that was what gnawed at him the most.He wasn’t askin
The chef and The charmer chapter 122
Evelyn’s POVI stared at the unsigned TV contract for the fifth time that morning.Something in me ached—not from fear, not from lack of opportunity. But because I knew this wasn’t the time. Not for me.Not yet.I picked up my phone and called Chris.He answered on the third ring, cheerful and chaotic as always. “Yo! Chef-turned-TV-star, what’s the—”“I’m not signing it.”Silence.Then: “Okay. Talk to me.”I sat down at the edge of the kitchen table, the light filtering through the window dancing on my fingertips.“I thought I wanted it. Maybe part of me still does. But I’m not ready—not for the camera, not for the pressure. Not for people picking me apart before I’ve even put myself back together.”Chris didn’t speak for a long time.Finally: “I’ll call the producer. Don’t worry about it.”“Are you mad?”He snorted. “Mad? Evelyn, I respect the hell out of you for knowing your limit. The deal will still be there when you are ready—if you ever want it. And if not, there are other kitch
The chef and The charmer chapter 121
Evelyn’s POVSomething is not right with Damian. I can just feel it.He’s been staring into space and seems like to be distracted a lot. I’ve tried to ask him what’s up, but he just brushes it off and says, “I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”Sighing, I continue to stir at the soup on the stove. Despite everything I’ve been through, cooking has always been something that grounds me. Although I lost my spark and momentum for a while, through the help of therapy, I’m slowly getting the spark back.But I’m far from ready.The deal with the TV producer still lingers at the back of my mind, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m ready for something this big.an invitation came by text later that nightChris texted me like he always did—no punctuation, no warning, and maximum enthusiasm:“house thing. Friday night. you + Damian. wine mandatory. i’ll cook unless you wanna. bring your face.”I showed Damian the message while brushing my teeth. He leaned on the doorframe, half-smiling.“W
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