The day after the final round of the competition felt like a surreal blur.
Charlotte Evans awoke in a tangle of expensive sheets, disheveled hair, sore thighs, and the lingering scent of Alexander Hastings on her skin. Somewhere beneath the duvet, she found a silk blindfold, the silver bell, and her self-respect all nestled comfortably together.
The room was filled with the soft chime of incoming notifications. Her phone buzzed like a drunken bee: social media exploding with fan edits, interviews requests, and one viral clip of the moment a judge declared her dessert tasted "like a first kiss in spring."
One moment, Charlotte was biting into a celebratory croissant, and the next—bam!—she was on a live interview with Culinary Now! smiling nervously into a ring light while Alexander adjusted her camera angle and mouthed, Sit up straight, boobs look great.
