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.

when she stole a glance over, as though the latter actually knew what

filter holder before she raised the kettle to pour the

clockwise would allow for the filter to adhere better to the holder, and at the same time, eliminate the starchy taste from the paper and warm up the receptacle.

easy to tell from Arielle’s understanding of this coupled with her deft

for this country girl to

certainty that she

 from

stumped for some time before she pinched herself hard and turned her focus back to the task at

to make coffee, will

drawl in a bid to settle herself and resume

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

chuckled when she saw Arielle still awaiting her second infusion while she herself was already done, and dismissed Arielle’s knowledge as something the latter must have picked up from a stint

in response, the host communicated that they could both proceed with the

brewing, the latte art was