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Chapter 31

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-10 10:51:33
Emily’s POV

I took a deep breath, my fingers clenching into fists on my knees as I sat in the middle of them. “What if we hosted a special dining event at the restaurant? Something new, something fresh.”

“We could showcase our traditional dishes, mix them up with fusion recipes, and pair them with cocktails I’ve learned from Emma. We invite food critics, bloggers, TikTok influencers, people I know from food magazines and dad’s connections from the travel industry.”

I leaned forward, my pulse quickening with excitement. “If it works, we could gain more exposure, attract new customers, maybe even get some collaboration offers.”

My father sighed, setting his tea down. “That sounds like a lot of work.”

“It will be,” I admitted. “But we need something to push us forward, right? We’re doing better, but we can’t just sit, and hope things will change. We have to make them change.”

Lola perked up. “It could be cool. I mean, people love those fancy, exclusive food events. If we market it right,
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