The morning after Ava's victory, the convention hall was abuzz with chatter. Whispers of Julian's algorithm mishap and Ava's heartfelt matchmaking success had dominated the conversation overnight. But amid the praise and celebration, there was one person who refused to go down without a fight.
Ethan Chase.
Ava had barely stepped into the hotel's café, her eyes still groggy from a lack of sleep, when she spotted him. Ethan was perched at a table in the corner, gesturing animatedly to a small group of reporters. His impeccably tailored suit was immaculate, but the desperation in his voice was less polished.
"…and really, the algorithm crash was an isolated incident," Ethan was saying, his voice just loud enough to carry across the room. "It doesn't reflect Julian's overall success. You have to remember, data-driven matchmaking is the future. Ava Lee's approach? It's charming, sure, but it's outdated. Emotional fluff only gets you so far."