The early morning light filtered through the windows of Hell's Kitchen, casting a soft glow over the dining area. The staff was already bustling about, preparing for the breakfast service that had become a new tradition. Victor Delacroix stood in the kitchen, overseeing the preparations with his usual meticulous attention to detail.
"Remember, presentation is key," Victor instructed, his voice calm yet commanding. "The first bite is always with the eyes."
Nyssa nodded, carefully arranging a platter of freshly baked pastries. The smell of cinnamon and butter filled the air, making the already warm kitchen feel even cozier. Evelyn, working beside her, expertly flipped pancakes on the griddle.
"Evelyn, those look perfect," Victor complimented. "Keep it up."
