aturday 8AM

Killian was ready for another day of tasting good or bad cookies. At 7:30 he was in his trailer getting ready and then he was hurried on this way to the building where they will film today's part of the preselections.

"Alright everybody" Regina yelled when he entered the studio. "The first participant will enter that door at 9:30 AM and the last at 8:30 PM. We have almost 70 participants today so be patient, don't throw food in their faces" Regina looked at Gold "don't be too kind and give them hope if they are really bad" she looked at Mary Margaret "and for the love of God don't flirt with them" she looked at him. "You here some red velvet cupcakes have. Robin took them yesterday from the city and they are really good so you can have one when you want. If you need anything don't hesitate. Now, to your places!"

With that Regina walked off and left them to prepare.

"Whant a cupcake, Killian?" Mary Margaret asked behind him.

"Sure." Killian turned and took the cupcake from her. He took a bite and felt heaven in his mouth. "Oh wow!"

"Right?" Mary Margaret said. "This cupcake is really good.

"It's better than some cupcakes we ate during these weeks. It's heaven in your mouth when you taste it."

"I know. I think I could live with them."

"You are not wrong, love." Killian told them.

"Are you two done?" Mr. Gold asked them. "Stop fangirling over a red cupcake we have a lot to do today."

"Grumpy old man." Killian said between his teeth loud enough to be heard by Mary Margaret.

"Leave him Killian."

"Just because you are saying this, darling." Killian smirked at her.

Saturday 9:30AM

When Emma, Henry, Ruby and Granny arrived the participants were already entering with their recipes but Emma was relaxed she knew what she had to do, she received her number, she was told that she would see the jury at 3PM so she had enough time.

"Are nervous mom?" Henry asked her.

"Not too much."

"Then we're good." Her soon said smiling at her.

"Everything will be alright Henry." She said smiling back at him.

"You don't have to worry, Henry, Emma worked all week at this recipe. And there is no judge worst than Leroy. And she passed his tests."

"But Mr. Gold isn't Leroy!" Henry had watched the show all week, read about it, about the jury, gave his ideas of recipes and made sure she had what she needed for the right cake. "But you will be fine if Mary Margaret Blanchard or Killian Jones talk with you. I hear they are the nicest."

"And where did you heard that?"

"On Twitter. There are people talking about him and the preselections!"

"Hey you! Let the girl start her cake." Granny intervened .

"Don't worry Granny. I can work with them around me."

"Then what are you waiting for? Start working!"

During the day Emma watched participants come and go. Some were happy because they were accepted to the next phase, some were sad, some were even crying while the others just didn't care.

Shea heard them talking about the jury, about the "horrible Mr. Gold" or "the prettiest and cutest Mary Margaret" or about "the sexiest man alive". She thought that last one had to be the third member of the jury, Killian Jones. She had to admit that she heard so many people talking about him (including her son) that she became curious about him.

Still, nothing stopped her from making her perfect cake. Not the screams of joy or sadness and definitely not hearing people talking about the jury. Her cake was almost ready, it just had to cool and it was done. He was ready for anything.

Saturday 3PM

Her cake was ready, everything was ready for presentation and she was really nervous.

"Mom you are shaking."

"I know."

"Are you alright?"

"Not really."

"Emma. Everything will be alright."

"You will be the best honey."

"Emma Swan. You are next." One of the guys is the staff said to her.

"Oh my god."

"Go, mom! You will make it!"

"You are the best Emma."

"Give them hell, girl!"

The distance between her family and the jury was short but for Emma it felt like a mile. When she entered the room the first thing she noticed was the jury. They were in front of a table, in the middle was a woman, Mary Margaret Blanchard she guessed, on her right an older man and on her left a younger man. She knew them, Robert Gold and Killian Jones, but she didn't know which was who. If she was about to guess, her bet was that the younger is Killian Jones in which case, damn! Everyone was right about him. He was hot.

"Well hello there." The younger one, Killian Jones, spoke. "Who are you?"

"My name is Emma Swan." She said and for a second she was surprised that her voice seemed okay.

"Well hello Emma. I'm Killian Jones and this is Mary Margaret Blanchard and Robert Gold." Emma looked at them. Mary Margaret smiled softly at her and nodded as in salute while Robert Gold... well, she knew how to read a person and he was definitely a bored person.

"What do you have there, love?" Killian asked her.

"Today I made an Irish Cream Cake." She looked at him and she relaxed a bit when he was him putting on a big smile.

"Now that is something I really want to taste." He said smirking, raising from his place and coming to the table where the cake was. "Tell me about it? What do you think it makes your caked special?"

"I think that the Irish cream liqueur in this cake makes the recipe extra-special and the butterscotch filling and a cream cheese frosting make it divine."

"You think?" Mr. Gold interrupted her.

"Let her speak, Gold. So, Miss Swan, are those your words?"

"To be honest no. My soon said those things."

"You let your son eat something with liqueur?"

"Well, it doesn't have too much liqueur, it's acceptable for a 10-year-old."

"That's a nice safe, love." He smiled at her. "I like it. I like your cake, it has a very good taste, it's not too sweet, not too much liqueur and your soon was right the cream cheese frosting makes your cake divine." He took the rest of the cake in his hand and looked at the others. "Do you want to taste it? Or can I eat everything?"

"I want to try it!" Mary Margaret jumped.

When Mary Margaret came to taste her cake, Emma was filled with joy. She knew the cake was good, it was one of her best cakes ever but she didn't expect it to be so loved .

"You want some, Mr. Gold?" Mary Margaret asked him.

"I don't like Irish things too much." Mr. Gold responded and then looked at Killian.

"Don't worry, love. He doesn't like me either, don't take it personally." Killian told her. "You have a big yes from me."

"And another from me." Mary Margaret said.

When Emma looked at Mr. Gold he just said: "You already have two yes, you'll go in the next phase without my opinion."

"Um. Okay?"

"Congratulations, Emma Swan! You are in for the next phase of the show!" Killian told her.