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.

competent when she stole a glance over, as though the

filter inside the filter holder before she raised the

was something only professional brewers would know. Pouring clockwise would allow for the filter to adhere better to the holder, and at the same time, eliminate the starchy

Arielle’s understanding of this coupled with her deft gestures that

it be possible for this country girl to know how

spite of her certainty that she was not hallucinating, Shandie

 from

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

coffee, will she

deep drawl in a bid to settle

two infusions of water, after which an aromatic

she herself was already done, and dismissed Arielle’s knowledge as something the latter must have picked up from a stint at a

and in response, the host communicated that they could

to brewing, the latte art