Ava Lee prided herself on planning. The word "chaos" wasn't even in her vocabulary—not in her work, at least.
That's why tonight's matchmaking gala at the luxurious Starlight Hotel's ballroom had to go off without a hitch. She'd spent weeks curating the guest list, coordinating with the caterers, and obsessing over every detail of the elegant decor. No exes within thirty feet of each other, no rivals sharing tables, and absolutely no surprises.
The ballroom was stunning. Chandeliers glittered above perfectly arranged tables, floral arrangements in muted pastels adorned every corner, and the scent of expensive champagne lingered in the air. A live string quartet played softly, setting the tone for romance.
This wasn't just a gala. It was Ava's masterpiece.
"It's perfect," she whispered to herself as she stood near the entrance, scanning the room.
Kelly appeared at her side, popping a canapé into her mouth. "It's quaint."