The sun rises over the Auguste Armand Institute, but this day, which promises to be radiant, is about to turn tragic. In the kitchens, the smells of vanilla and chocolate barely mask an electric tension. Eyes meet, voices lower, and amidst this tense atmosphere, Carla advances, her heart heavy, her step hesitant. This morning, something inside her has changed. She can feel it: nothing will ever be the same again.

For several days, Carla has felt that something is eluding her. The whispers in the corridors, the conversations that stop as she passes, the heavy silences of Bérénice , her closest confidant. This fusional, almost vital bond is gradually crumbling. A shadow has slipped between them, and Carla, instinctively, understands that she will have to face a truth she is not ready to hear.

The day begins with a pastry class led by Teyssier. The students compete in precision, passion, and tension. But Carla, usually so focused, makes a lot of mistakes. She burns her caramel, spills a mixture. Teyssier glares at her, scathing:
“If your heart is elsewhere, leave my kitchen.”
She lowers her eyes, unable to answer. In a corner, Bérénice looks away. She knows. And this silence speaks volumes than a confession.

It all started yesterday. An overheard conversation, a message discovered by chance on Bérénice’s phone, and the sudden certainty of having been betrayed. Carla has been carrying this secret since last night, without daring to confront it. But with every minute, the pain grows, gnawing at her courage.

During the break, she joins Bérénice in the park. Their steps match at first, as they used to, before everything goes off the rails. Carla can’t hold back any longer:
“Tell me the truth.”
Bérénice turns pale, tries to dodge. But Carla insists, her voice trembling:
“It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the one who betrayed me.”

Silence falls. Then a single word, a barely audible whisper:
“Yes.”

Carla’s world is crumbling. In an instant, everything she thought was solid shatters. Memories, promises, glances—everything becomes a lie. Bérénice’s betrayal isn’t just a friendly wound, it’s a knife to the heart.

We learn that Bérénice revealed Carla’s secret plan to Teyssier: to present a dessert under another name, to escape the pressure of the institute and prove her worth without a label. An act of rebellion, but also of pride. And Bérénice, believing she was doing the right thing, confessed everything, hoping to save her from herself.

But Carla sees only one thing: betrayal.
“You had no right. Not you.”
The words snap, sharp. Bérénice cries, tries to explain, but Carla backs away, broken.

The rest of the episode drags on like a slow agony. Carla wanders the corridors, haunted by happy memories. Every corner of the Institute reminds her of Bérénice: their giggles in the kitchen, their secrets, that seemingly indestructible bond. It all comes back to her, like a wound opening up again.

In an empty room, she finds the notebook they shared, filled with recipes and dreams. The pages are stained with sugar and ink. She reads Berenice’s words: “We will always rise together.” A sob escapes her.

Meanwhile, the other students notice her absence. Billie worries, Souleymane tries to reach her, without success. Teyssier, however, remains implacable:
“If she wants to run away, let her leave. The Institute doesn’t need weaklings.”
But his gaze betrays a shadow of worry.

The tension builds until the evening scene. Bérénice finally finds her in the greenhouse, where it all began between them. Carla stands there, motionless, her face bathed in the twilight. Between them, an almost sacred silence.

“Why did you do this to me?” Carla asks, her voice barely audible.
Berenice approaches, tears in her eyes.
“Because I love you too much to see you destroy yourself.”
But these words, far from comforting her, break her further.

Carla shakes her head, steps back, then collapses. Bérénice catches her, holds her close. Their bodies tremble. Time seems to stand still. It’s an embrace of both love and farewell.

This is where the episode title takes on its full meaning: “for the last time.”

Because this hug, this suspended moment, will be the last. Carla, in tears, understands that she will never again be able to trust the one she considered her other half. The bond is broken. Berenice, desperate, tries one last time:
“Let me explain, I beg you…”
But Carla pulls away, her gaze hard:
“It’s over.”

The scene is heartbreakingly intense. The camera lingers on their faces, two broken hearts that no longer beat in unison. Tears mingle with the words they no longer dare to say.

Night falls on the Institute. In the dormitory, Carla packs her suitcase. One by one, she puts her things away, like closing a chapter. On her bed, a photo of the two of them slides to the floor. She looks at it, hesitates, then tears it up.

In the early morning, she leaves school without a word. Bérénice watches her leave from afar, helpless. The wind lifts a lock of her hair, like a final gesture of fate.

In the kitchen, Teyssier discovers a note on the counter: “I don’t want to play this game anymore. Cooking taught me to love, but also to lose.”

The final shot shows Carla walking alone on the path to the Institute, her bag over her shoulder, her eyes filled with tears. In the background, Berenice’s voice echoes:
“I never meant to hurt you.”

But it’s too late.

That day, at the Auguste Armand Institute, it wasn’t just a friendship that ended. It was a part of the light that went out. And for Bérénice, guilt would be a burden that no recipe could erase.

Because sometimes, in the kitchen as in life, the burn doesn’t come from fire… but from betrayal.