The moment Ava stepped back into the open-air pavilion, she knew she was in trouble.
The traditional omiai matchmaking event had already taken a turn for the absurd, and she hadn't even sat down yet.
The sun cast a warm golden glow over Hamarikyu Gardens, the light filtering through the delicate cherry blossoms. The soft rustling of leaves blended with the gentle murmur of polite conversations, punctuated by the occasional tsk of a disapproving elder. Ornate tatami mats were laid out in precise, symmetrical rows, each one a designated matchmaking station where potential couples were to meet and be carefully evaluated by their matchmaker.
Ava eyed the situation with growing horror.
It wasn't just the clients who were being assessed—the matchmakers themselves were under intense scrutiny.