The grand ballroom of the Hastings Regency Hotel glittered like a galaxy of chandeliers and flashbulbs. Velvet ropes lined the crimson carpet, where a parade of culinary elites, food critics, influencers, and reporters had gathered, all buzzing with anticipation.
Eleanor Hastings swept into the grand ballroom with her usual poise, dressed in a sleek black gown that shimmered subtly under the lights. She moved with the confidence of someone who had been commanding boardrooms for decades. At her side was Margaret Evans, elegant in a navy dress with pearl earrings, looking both proud and slightly anxious.
The two women settled into the front row. Eleanor's eyes sparkled as she surveyed the room, she leaned toward Margaret with a sly smile.
