Matchmaker Mayhem

"New city, new rivals, same chaos energy."

The summit venue looked like it had been ripped straight from the set of a glossy K-drama.

The Grand Mirae Center rose against the Seoul skyline like a polished shard of glass, its mirrored façade reflecting sunlight into delicate rainbows. Inside, it was all marble floors, pale birch walls, and towering vertical gardens that climbed five stories high. Gentle streams of water trickled along the sides of the entrance hall, weaving through manicured rock gardens filled with bonsai and clusters of bright azaleas.

Ava’s heels clicked softly as she and Ryan crossed the expansive lobby, Mei trailing behind them like a tiny, linen-suited general.

Everywhere Ava looked, summit staff in sleek black suits zipped around with tablets and earpieces, setting up registration booths draped in silk banners reading:

Seoul’s Love Consultant Summit 2025 – Where Hearts Transcend Borders.

There was an official red carpet leading to the main stage.

There were paparazzi.

There was a damn step-and-repeat backdrop featuring their faces side by side, courtesy of Mei’s pre-approved "Matchmaker Royalty" marketing package.

Ava grabbed Ryan’s arm, hissing under her breath. "Tell me you see that."

Ryan squinted. "That’s... us. On a thirty-foot banner. With a sparkle filter."