The early morning sun bathed the Rue Cler Market in golden light, illuminating the rows of fresh produce, warm baguettes, and stalls of colorful flowers. The smell of baking bread, ripe cheese, and fragrant herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the lively chatter of vendors and shoppers.
For most people, a morning at the market was a relaxing way to start the day.
For Ava and Ryan, it was their next matchmaking battlefield.
The second challenge of L'Amour Élite was all about matching clients in an organic, natural setting—no pre-arranged meetings, no profiles to rely on. Just pure intuition.
As Ava scanned the bustling market, she sighed. "Why do I feel like this is going to end in chaos?"
Ryan, standing beside her with his hands in his pockets, smirked. "Because it's us?"
Ava rolled her eyes. "Fair point."