Matchmaker Mayhem

The chaos of the matchmaking summit had momentarily subsided, leaving the Shiroyama Hotel’s grand ballroom in a soft lull. Ava should have felt relief, maybe even triumph. Instead, she felt like the calm was too suspicious.

Suspicious, in the Mei sense.

And she was right.

It started with a mysterious note left on their hotel suite door.

A folded white envelope, Ava’s name written in gold ink, and sealed with a wax stamp that looked suspiciously like Mei’s favorite tea shop logo.

Ryan picked it up with a suspicious squint. "This is how spy novels start."

Ava took it, sighing. "Or wedding planning disasters."

Inside, a single sentence, handwritten in an elegant flourish.

> "Meet me in the Moon Pavilion. And wear something nice."

—M

Ava groaned. "I swear, if she’s throwing us another matchmaking ambush..."