Gemotions

The online comments section was a whirlwind. Hundreds of glowing reviews for "Madame Evangeline's Crepes," all praising the delicate texture and the unique flavor combination. Marie felt her pulse quicken. The description sounded eerily familiar. The exact ingredients she had shared with her former friend, Chloe, who had, at the time, asked for her secret crepe recipe.

She leaned closer to the screen, her eyes scanning the words. The sheer audacity of it left her speechless, her mouth slightly agape. She felt a hot flush rising in her neck. The name was all that had changed, the recipe was hers.

She abruptly closed her laptop, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her. She felt like she could leap over a building. She grabbed her coat. She needed to breathe.