@WisteriaWeekly:It’s happening, folks. The cook-off begins TONIGHT. Get your taste buds ready and your vote tickets in hand. #TeamTea #TeamPub #HarvestFestivalThrowdown
Comments:
@LindsayMonroeOfficial:Mood: sitting front row with a fork in one hand and popcorn in the other. May the best chef (and best slow-burn love story) win. #TeamSwoon #MatchmakersUnite
@RosemaryatThyme:Just saw Daphne calmly adjust a garnish while Finn blatantly checked her out. This isn’t a cook-off. It’s a culinary rom-com. @LindsayMonroeOfficial #IYKYK #MatchBaker
@LindsayMonroeOfficial:Right? @RosemaryatThyme. What are we really voting on? #FoodOrRomance #SugarOrSpiceButAllOfItsNice
@TeaThymeNC:@TGDPub doesn’t deserve to win. He just tried to sabotage my careful food placing by winking at me. If my soufflé falls, he’s to blame. #CheatersNeverProsper #FlirtFail
@TGDPub:#Unashamed
@JackAustenPhotography:Guys. You’re standing three feet apart. We can see the heart eyes.
@PastorNateNHC:The Lord moves in mysterious ways. Sometimes through miracles... sometimes through muffins. Let’s all remember to support one another in love, patience, and pastry-based outreach. #GraceAndGlaze #PrayForTheScones
@GrannyDOfficial:Her granny raised her better than to let a man’s wink ruin her soufflé. But then again, that man can cook and he’s mighty handsome. Let her have a moment, Pastor. She’s only human.
@TGDPub:@GrannyDOfficial You do know you’re my favorite, right?
@MayorWilsonOfficial:Let the record show I voted once. (With my stomach.) And I’m abstaining from further comment. #JustBusiness #Mostly
@RosemaryatThyme:Weaponized flirting. Delicious. I’ll take two.
@WisteriaWeekly:New headline: “Local baker victim of baked-good sabotage via perfectly placed smolder.”
@OldManRutherforton:Back in my day, we settled rivalries with an arm wrestle, not a tart-off. That said, #TeamTea. I know good structure when I see it.
@SheriffGrady:Bribery by baked goods: a proud Wisteria tradition.
@WisteriaGeneralStore:We’re printing “Weaponized Flirting” aprons and “Will Stop for Swoons” tea towels as we speak. Available by end of day. Limited edition.
@QuiltedandCozy:I don’t even cook and I need that apron. Do they come in “blush” or just “full-blown fluster”?
@ClemAtTheGym:Is there a matching oven mitt that says, “Flirting is my love language”? Asking for inventory purposes.
@CoraReadsRomance:If someone doesn’t write a romantic suspense novel titledWeaponized Flirting, I swear I’ll do it myself.
@TeaThymeNC:I feel attacked. But also... can I preorder a pink one? Asking for a friend.
@TGDPub:Make mine black. Embroidered. Extra smolder.
Daphne adjusted a linen napkin on her display and tried to ignore the sound of Finn whistling “Rule, Britannia!” from his booth next door.
Loudly. Proudly. And entirely off-key.
They’d been bantering for over an hour, volleying jokes and playful digs back and forth like it was a two-person comedy show. The crowd had eaten it up—both figuratively and literally. News crews had come by, a few from as far as across state lines. Food bloggers with cameras and sleek leather boots. Tourists who’d clearly never heard of Wisteria before this week. It was exhilarating. And mildly terrifying.
All there to take part in the great Wisteria Cook-Off.
Lindsay and Travis had passed by several times, between confirming their florist and meeting with Jack for photography. Each time they walked by, their eyes glimmered with the matchmaking mischief.
This town had too many matchmakers in its ranks!
And the crowd that had settled between the booths only grew as the hours went by.
Finn hit a particularly painful note, and Daphne angled her head toward him, arms crossing. “Really? Feeling patriotic, are we?”
