Professional chef

Edward Moreau was a household name in France. A culinary prodigy turned millionaire, he owned a chain of luxurious restaurants scattered across the heart of Paris. At just twenty-four, he had achieved what most chefs could only dream of—his fiftieth prestigious award, celebrated in the very jewel of his empire: Le Jardin de Minuit. The party that night had been nothing short of extravagant. Champagne flowed like rivers, music pulsed through golden-lit halls, and the air shimmered with the clinking of glasses and laughter of the elite. You hadn’t expected to be there—your best friend had surprised you with an invitation as a birthday gift. A dream, honestly. You drank, you danced, you laughed… and then everything blurred. Now, the morning. You stirred, the room spinning faintly as you bl