A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Vinson wanted to speak up but Arielle shot him a look before she replied with a meaningful smile, “Very well. Challenge accepted!”

Shandie was momentarily taken aback but recovered quickly with a smirk. “Good! Let’s do it. Right here, right now!”

Cindy was not idling away in the gallery either as she went over to hash things out swiftly with the organizers, after which two coffee tables were moved onstage and equipped properly.

Vinson looked a tad apprehensively at Arielle who remained silent throughout.

Once the host saw that both of them are ready, he said, “Ladies, you may begin.”

Shandie burst into action the moment his voice trailed off.

The first step to creating latte art was, of course, to prepare the espresso which had to be hand-brewed by the participants themselves.

The assiduous Shandie weighed up fifteen grams of coffee beans and fed them into the grinder with tremendous refinement.

to see Arielle appearing quite competent when she stole a glance over, as though the latter actually

holder before she raised the kettle to pour the boiling water

to adhere better to the holder, and at the same time, eliminate the starchy taste from the paper and warm up the receptacle. The

tell from Arielle’s understanding of this coupled with her deft gestures that she knew

can it be possible for this country

her certainty that she was not

 from

some time before she pinched herself hard

to make coffee, will she be able to do latte

a deep drawl in a bid to settle herself

pour-over coffee required two infusions of water, after which an aromatic cup would be

still awaiting her second infusion while she herself was already done, and dismissed Arielle’s knowledge as something the

her brewing as well, and in response, the host communicated

brewing, the latte art was the real