Chapter 4: Grandma's Secret
I stared at the message until the screen dimmed.
Margaret.
I remembered the name.
Margaret Ellis had been my grandmother's attorney for more than twenty years. She had helped Evelyn with her business contracts, property documents, and estate planning.
I hadn't spoken to her since the funeral.
I immediately called the number.
She answered on the second ring.
"Aaliyah?""
"Yes. It's me.""
"Are you somewhere you can speak privately?""
I looked around.
Contestants were moving between stations. Cameras were filming. My mother was standing near the judges' table, speaking animatedly to a woman in a red dress.
"Yes.""
"Good. I've been trying to reach you for several months.""
"Why?""
There was a pause.
"Because your grandmother left instructions that I should contact you when you were ready to take over her business interests.""
I frowned.
"What business interests?""
Margaret exhaled.
"Your grandmother owned the building where her bakery operated.""
I knew that.
"Yes. The bakery closed after she died.""
"That's not entirely accurate.""
My stomach tightened.
"What do you mean?""
"The bakery closed to the public. The property and business assets were placed into a trust. Your grandmother left detailed instructions regarding their future.""
I moved farther away from the crowd.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?""
"Your mother was supposed to contact you.""
I closed my eyes.
Of course.
"Did she?""
"No.""
I felt a strange mixture of anger and sadness.
"What exactly did Grandma leave me?""
Margaret was quiet for a moment.
"Would you be able to come to my office this afternoon?""
"I have a competition.""
"I know. I've been following the event.""
I blinked.
"How?""
"Your grandmother's old business partner is one of the sponsors.""
I glanced toward the exhibition hall.
Margaret continued.
"I watched what happened with your cake.""
My throat tightened.
"You saw that?""
"Yes.""
I didn't know what to say.
Then she added something that changed the entire conversation.
"Your grandmother would have been furious.""
A tear slipped down my cheek.
I wiped it quickly.
"She always said that hard work deserved respect.""
"She was right.""
I looked toward the cake again.
"I'll come after the judging.""
"Good. Bring your identification and any documents you have relating to the bakery.""
When the call ended, I stood still for several seconds.
Then Melissa approached.
"Are you ready?""
I nodded.
"What's happening?""
"The committee has made an initial decision. We want to speak with you and Tessa together.""
I followed her into the judging room.
This time, Tessa was already there.
Her makeup had been touched up, but her eyes were swollen.
Gloria sat beside her.
Daniel stood at the front with two other committee members.
He began speaking.
"After reviewing the registration documents, submitted photographs, and statements from both contestants, the committee has determined that there is sufficient evidence that the cake displayed under Tessa Brooks's name was created by Aaliyah Brooks.""
My heart pounded.
Tessa stared at the table.
Daniel continued.
"However, because the cake was physically transferred without authorization, we must determine whether the original contestant wishes to continue competing.""
I looked at him.
"You're asking if I want to withdraw?""
"Correct. We can arrange for you to present another entry if you have one.""
I blinked.
"Another entry?""
"Do you have a second cake?""
I shook my head.
"No.""
Daniel looked disappointed.
"Then I'm afraid we have limited options.""
My mother immediately spoke.
"Exactly. There is no reason to continue this nonsense.""
I turned toward her.
Daniel raised his hand.
"Mrs. Brooks, please.""
Gloria leaned back.
Daniel looked at me.
"Under the circumstances, you may submit a replacement entry, provided it meets the technical and safety requirements.""
I felt my chest tighten.
"How much time do I have?""
"Judging begins in twenty minutes.""
Twenty minutes.
I looked at my hands.
I had nothing.
No ingredients.
No equipment.
No prepared decorations.
My mother smiled faintly.
She thought she had won.
Tessa leaned toward me.
"Just withdraw, Aaliyah.""
I looked at her.
She whispered:
"You've already made enough of a scene.""
I stood.
"Can I have five minutes?""
Daniel nodded.
I walked into the hallway.
Melissa followed.
"Do you have an idea?""
I stared at the floor.
"Maybe.""
"What do you need?""
I thought about Grandma's kitchen.
The old bakery.
The recipes she had taught me.
And suddenly, I remembered something.
The first dessert she had ever trusted me to make alone.
A simple chocolate tart.
It wasn't elaborate.
It didn't have three tiers.
It didn't require twenty hours of decorations.
But Grandma had once told me that the best desserts weren't always the prettiest.
They were the ones people remembered after the last bite.
"Can I use the demonstration kitchen?"" I asked.
Melissa looked at her watch.
"We can probably arrange that.""
"I need dark chocolate, heavy cream, butter, sugar, eggs, flour, raspberries, and a little sea salt.""
She wrote everything down.
"Anything else?""
"One small tart pan. A saucepan. A whisk. A thermometer.""
Melissa smiled.
"Let's see what we can do.""
Within five minutes, I was standing in the demonstration kitchen.
An assistant brought me ingredients.
I tied my hair back and washed my hands.
The room was quiet except for the distant announcements coming through the speakers.
I started with the pastry.
Flour.
Butter.
Sugar.
A pinch of salt.
I worked quickly, but carefully.
The dough came together beneath my fingertips.
I pressed it into the pan and placed it in the oven.
Then I made the chocolate filling.
The smell filled the kitchen.
Dark chocolate melting into warm cream.
Butter folding into the mixture.
A little sea salt.
I prepared a raspberry reduction using fresh berries and sugar.
The tart shell came out golden.
I poured the chocolate filling inside and carefully added the raspberry reduction in a thin spiral.
Finally, I placed three small chocolate leaves on top.
Nothing extravagant.
Nothing designed to impress a camera.
Just a dessert that tasted like home.
I named it Grandma's Midnight Tart.
When I finished, eleven minutes remained.
Melissa appeared at the kitchen door.
"That's beautiful.""
I looked at the tart.
"It's not what I planned.""
"Sometimes that's not a bad thing.""
I carried it into the judging area.
Tessa was already standing beside her display.
My mother was filming her.
When she saw me carrying the tart, she laughed.
"That's what you're entering?""
I placed it on the table.
"Yes.""
Tessa glanced at it.
"Seriously? A little chocolate tart?""
I looked at her.
"It's enough.""
She laughed again.
"You're going to lose.""
I didn't respond.
The judges approached.
One of them was an older woman with silver hair and a pair of thin glasses.
She stopped in front of my tart.
Her expression changed.
"What's this called?""
"Grandma's Midnight Tart.""
She leaned closer.
"Why?""
I swallowed.
"My grandmother taught me to bake. This was the first dessert she trusted me to make by myself.""
The judge smiled.
"Then let's see if it tastes as good as the story.""
She cut a small slice.
The chocolate filling held its shape.
The raspberry center glistened beneath the light.
She tasted it.
Then she stopped.
She took another bite.
The second judge leaned forward.
"Is everything all right?""
The woman with silver hair looked at me.
"Young lady, where did you learn to balance chocolate this way?""
"My grandmother.""
She looked down at the tart again.
"What was her name?""
"Evelyn Brooks.""
The judge's face changed.
She slowly put down her fork.
"Did you say Evelyn Brooks?""
"Yes.""
She turned toward Daniel.
"Daniel, I need you to come here.""
He approached.
The judge pointed toward the tart.
"Do you recognize this recipe?""
Daniel looked confused.
"No.""
The judge took another bite.
Then she said something I never expected.
"Because I believe this is the dessert Evelyn made for the original Sweet Creations founders' dinner, more than thirty years ago.""
I stared at her.
"What?""
She looked at me carefully.
"Your grandmother never told you?""
Before I could answer, Daniel walked toward the stage microphone.
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"Everyone, we need to make a special announcement.""
And the entire convention center fell silent.
