Isabella's expression darkened as she heard the insult. She had grown used to people making fun of her weight, she has become indifferent toward those kinds of comments but she clenched her fists, fighting back the urge to retaliate. But then she remembered what Noel had told her - that letting her anger get the better of her would only make things worse.
Sara went next and showed her pastries and they looked amazing but they weren't as good as Isabella's pastries Sara's pastries were a bit dry but delicious.
The judges tasted Sara's pastries, their expressions showing a mix of surprise and disappointment.
Sia took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.
"These are good, but they're a bit dry."
Zion nodded in agreement.
"I agree. They could have used more moisture."
Isabella watched from the side, trying to keep a neutral expression on her face. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that her pastries were better than Sara's.
After tasting all the pastries the judges had decided who was going to win the competition and it was Isa! Isa won the competition and got the prize money of ten million pounds!
Isabella couldn't believe it. She had actually won the competition! As she was handed the cheque for ten million pounds, her heart was racing and her mind was swirling with disbelief.
The cameras captured every moment of this incredible moment, zooming in on her face as she tried to process what had just happened.
Isabella shook the judges hands and she saw Jean who walked over toward her and patted her shoulder.
"You will be my goddaughter," Jean said.
"Huh?" Isabella said her big scarlet eyes were so beautiful but her chubby face was hidden by a mask so no one knew who Isa looked like unless you were with her the whole competition from the start to end.
Isabella was taken aback by Jean's unexpected words. She had no idea what he meant by that.
"I'm sorry... what do you mean?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky from the adrenaline of winning the competition and now this unexpected comment from Jean.
Jean chuckled at her confusion. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I mean that I want to take you under my wing," he explained.
"I see great potential in you, and I want to help you become an even better pastry chef."
"No thank you," Isabella said while walking off with her prize money. It was already annoying that she had to do a competition now Jean Pierre wants to take her under his wing isn't more trouble? No he rather die.
Jean's smile faded as he watched Isabella walk away. He couldn't believe that she had rejected his offer.
"Wait!" he called after her, taking a step forward.
"Are you sure about this? I can help you take your career to the next level."
"No I need help no do I plan to stay in this career level," Isabella said her voice was low but also so blunt.
Jean's expression darkened at her blunt refusal. He wasn't used to people turning him down, especially not young up-and-coming chefs.
He clenched his jaw and crossed his arms, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Suit yourself," he said curtly.
"But you'll regret it."
"But I would like to be your goddaughter."
Jean's expression softened slightly as he heard her words. He wasn't expecting that response.
"You want to be my goddaughter?" he repeated, his tone less guarded now.
He studied her for a moment before letting out a small sigh.
"Alright, I'll accept your request."
"Thank you godfather," Isabella said in a kind manner she already walked away they were people who wanted to ask her more questions but she didn't want to stay back.
Jean watched as she walked away, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection for this young chef who had won the competition.
As Isabella made her way through the crowd, people were still trying to get her attention and ask questions. But she kept her head down and pushed past them, eager to leave.
"May I have your autograph?" A fan asked.
Isabella stopped in her tracks as she heard the fan's request. She hadn't expected anyone to want her autograph, especially not after winning a competition.
She turned around and saw a young woman holding out a pen and paper, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Oh... um, sure," Isabella said softly. She took the pen and paper and signed her name on it as best she could without revealing who she was.
"Chef Isa, I want to be just like you!" the fan said with a grin on her beautiful face.
"Oh sweetie what's your name?" Isabella asked sweetly.
The fan blushed as Isabella spoke to her.
"My name is Jasmine," she said shyly.
Isabella smiled warmly at her. She could see the admiration in Jasmine's eyes, and it made her feel a little embarrassed.
"You want to be like me?" she asked gently.
"Yes chef Isa, I love your pastries and your personality," Jasmine said lovingly.
"But I am not beautiful," Isabella said.
Jasmine's expression softened as she heard Isabella's words. She could sense the insecurity in her voice.
"Chef Isa, you are beautiful," she said firmly. "You don't need to be skinny or have a perfect face to be beautiful."
Isabella was taken aback by Jasmine's kind words. She had grown used to people judging her based on her appearance, but here was someone who saw past all that.
"You must be thirteen?" Isabella asked her.
Jasmine nodded shyly.
"Yes, I'm thirteen," she said. "I've been baking since I was nine and I've always looked up to top chefs, but when I saw you I became your number one fan! Chef Isa."
Isabella smiled at her. She could see the passion in Jasmine's eyes, it reminded her of herself when she was younger.
Jasmines mother and father saw her and they looked at Isabella they gently smiled.
"Sorry about our daughter."
Isabella turned to look at Jasmine's parents and saw their gentle smiles. She could see the sincerity in their eyes as they apologized for their daughter's behavior.
She smiled back, her heart softening a little.
"It's alright," she said softly.
"I understand."
"May ask you guys a question?" Isabella asked.
Jasmine's parents looked at each other and then back at Isabella. They nodded, curious about what she wanted to ask.
"Of course," Jasmine's father said kindly.
"What is it?"
"I want to take your daughter in as a disciple," Isabella said she honestly liked this girl she had a kind heart and it was area to find those kind of people.
Jasmine's parents were taken aback by Isabella's request. They looked at each other in surprise, then back at their daughter who was looking up at them with wide eyes.
After a moment of silence, Jasmine's mother spoke up.
"Are you sure about this? Taking our daughter under your wing?"
"Jasmine would like that?" Isabella asked her sweetly.
Jasmine's face lit up as she heard Isabella ask her. She nodded eagerly, a big smile spreading across her face.
"Yes! Yes please!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Jasmine's parents chuckled at her enthusiasm.
"Alright then," Isabella said with a sweet smile.
Jasmine's parents exchanged glances, then looked at Isabella with a mixture of surprise and gratitude.
They could see the genuine kindness in Isabella's eyes, and they knew that their daughter would be in good hands.
"Thank you," Jasmine's father said sincerely.
"We trust that she will learn a lot from you."
"Here is my contract number every Thursday I will personal teach her online since I don't live in this country Jasmine from now I am your master," Isabella told them.
"How much do we pay you?" Jasmine's father asked Isabella both parents felt that Isabella would be expensive so they were worried about that.
Isabella smiled and shook her head.
"No payment necessary," she said gently. "I believe in giving back and helping young talent grow."
Jasmine's parents looked at each other in surprise, then back at Isabella with gratitude.
"Are... are you sure?" Jasmine's mother asked cautiously.
"Yup she will the only disciple I take in and plus I feel like her talent will gain fame she reward her master," Isabella joked. Jasmine touched Isabella chubby hand but Isabella didn't pull away like she normally does.
Jasmine's parents smiled at the sight of their daughter touching Isabella's chubby hand. They could see that Jasmine had a natural warmth towards her.
Isabella didn't pull away because there was something about Jasmine's touch that felt comforting to her.