The Louvre was breathtaking, even for someone as preoccupied as Ava. The towering glass pyramid reflected the golden morning sun, while tourists and art enthusiasts bustled around the courtyard.
But today, the Louvre wasn't just a museum.
It was a matchmaking battlefield.
Margaux Duval stood at the center of the courtyard, looking as pristine as ever in a designer trench coat and oversized sunglasses, sipping an espresso like she was born to orchestrate chaos.
"Bienvenue, matchmakers," she announced, her voice carrying over the noise of the crowd. "Today's challenge is about connections—not just between people, but through history, art, and fate."
Ava nudged Ryan, whispering, "Why does she always sound like she's narrating a perfume commercial?"
Ryan smirked. "It's the French elegance. We Americans just say things like 'Find love at Target.'"
Ava stifled a laugh as Margaux continued.