The morning of the third challenge dawned bright and promising—or, at least, it was until Astrid LaFleur, the self-proclaimed astrology queen of matchmaking, marched into the conference hall wearing a flowing violet gown and an air of cosmic doom. She strode to the podium as if she were leading a mystical ritual, clutching a crystal ball the size of a bowling ball.
Ava and Ryan, seated near the back, exchanged wary glances.
"What's the over-under on her blaming the planets for something ridiculous?" Ryan whispered, leaning toward Ava.
"She's already muttering about Mercury retrograde," Ava whispered back, nodding toward Astrid, who was now adjusting a chart filled with swirling zodiac signs.
Ryan grinned. "This should be good."
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