Meet the Matchmaking Elite

The Palais des Matchmakers was everything Ava had imagined—and everything she'd secretly feared. Set in the heart of Paris, the grand estate glimmered with opulence. Its marble floors shone under the light of chandeliers, and gilded accents adorned every corner, from the sweeping staircases to the intricate carvings along the walls. Lush floral arrangements framed the expansive ballroom, where dozens of the world's top matchmakers mingled, their laughter and conversation echoing across the space.

As Ava stepped inside, she instinctively smoothed the skirt of her dress, her nerves fluttering in her chest. She had spent hours debating what to wear, finally settling on a sleek black dress with understated elegance. It was classy, professional, and—most importantly—not too flashy. Mei had suggested something "with more sparkle," but Ava had shut that idea down immediately.