IMMERSED in the depths of my studies, I dedicate my time to preparing for upcoming exams. Days away from the crucial tests, I diligently delve into my books, notes, and online resources within the walls of my apartment. I simultaneously search for a job through local hiring agencies in the area.

I massage my temples due to fatigue. Two days have passed since I lost my job, and it feels like I've been stuck in the apartment for months.

I check the round clock on the wall near my study area. It's already five in the afternoon, so I decide to take a break and buy dinner from the nearby eatery.

My gaze lands on the mailbox in front of our gate. Perhaps there's another letter for Nanay Nelya. She's been receiving unknown letters, and she doesn't know where they're coming from. Since Nanay has no children and is alone in life, she assumes these letters are from friends or siblings.

When I'm in front of it, I notice it's slightly open, tempting my curiosity. I didn't plan to touch it, but I clearly see my name on it. I wonder, who could be sending something to me? Mama usually calls me on my cellphone to check in.

I take it and read it carefully. Indeed, my name is written on it, but I don't recognize where it's from.

I turn it back and find a beautifully designed envelope with an elegant script that reads "Exclusive Invitation."

I open the envelope, revealing an invitation to an upscale event hosted by a matchmaking service. My eyes widen in disbelief as I read the content. I can't believe that I, a struggling college student, have been invited to such an extravagant event. Is this a wrong send? Is there another person with the same name?

As I read the details of the event and the potential benefits of attending, my shock turns into skepticism. I can't understand why they would select me for such an exclusive opportunity. I think about the costs, both financially and time-wise, and wonder if this might be some kind of scam.

Only my best friend could think about anything like this. Shena is rich, and in this situation, she should be the one receiving this, not me.

I call my best friend, hoping to find some clarity about this unexpected invitation. When she picks up, I can't help but feel a bit annoyed and, most importantly, puzzled.

"Hey, did you sign me up for some matchmaking thing?" I ask, my tone a blend of disbelief and incredulity.

She doesn't immediately respond, and I feel irritation creeping in. "Oh, you got the invitation! Yeah, I thought it might be a fun opportunity for you. You deserve some excitement in your life."

I'm taken aback. "You signed me up for this? Seriously? You know I don't have time for this. I have bills to pay and exams to study for!" I can't help but raise my voice. I don't have time for this, and I don't even have anything to wear for that event. I might just embarrass myself.

My best friend chuckles, "Come on, Bella! Just give it a chance. It might be a nice break from all the stress. Who knows, you might even meet someone interesting."

My frustration turns into a sigh of exasperation. I realize that Shena had good intentions, but I can't help feeling overwhelmed by the idea of adding another thing to my already chaotic life. Yet, a small part of me is also curious about what this event could bring.

As I hang up the phone, I glance at the invitation again, torn between my responsibilities and the possibility of something new and exciting. I can't deny that I'm curious about the event.

*****

I glanced at the large mirror inside Shena's condo. I wear a deep navy blue cocktail dress that falls just above my knees. The dress boasts a simple and classic silhouette, hugging my figure gently without being overly revealing. The neckline is a modest V-neck that adds a touch of femininity without being too plunging.

The dress has small lace accents on the sides and sleeves. The lace is a subtle contrast against the rich navy fabric, giving the dress a sense of texture and depth.

I paired the dress with simple yet sophisticated nude heels. With my hair cascading in loose waves over my shoulders and a natural makeup look that highlights my features.

"Ganda! No need to put heavy makeup, bes. Ganda mo pa rin," Shena complimented me.

This is the first time I'm wearing such an outfit. I usually don't participate in school events or parties, so I can say it's my first time doing this, and I'm extremely nervous.

Why did I even think of attending? It would have been fine if I didn't, but Shena insisted. I let out a massive, heavy sigh because of the nervousness I'm feeling right now. I'll be going alone since she said the invitation is only for me, and Shena won't be able to attend.

Shena peeks through the window of her condo and quickly turns to me. "Bes, your ride is here. Let's go!"

She gently pulls me and also grabs my purse placed on the chair.

"Why do you seem more excited than I am, Shena? Why don't you go instead?" I said, but she didn't even look at me as we walked down the building.

"No! That's for you, bes. Besides, there's no need for me to attend. You need it more."

We entered the elevator because Shena's condo is on the third floor. "It's okay with me if I don't attend. What will I do there? It's my first time in such an event, and I don't even have someone to accompany me."

Shena looked at me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Bes, this is an opportunity, okay? Who knows, it might be a first step for you. And besides, I know you'll make friends there even if I'm not around. No one will ignore you!" She convinced me, and I just smiled but let out a deep sigh in the end.

When the elevator chimed, we quickly got out and headed outside. We approached a luxurious car, where a black-clad man was waiting outside.

"Hello kuya, is Isabella Heyes the one you're picking up?" Shena took my invitation from my bag and showed it to the man. He bowed and opened the car door for me to enter.

"Take care, bes. I know you can do it. Okay? Call me when you get home," Shena said, and it was her last words before closing the car door.

Nervously seated inside the car, I'm rubbing my palms together to calm the earlier stampede of butterflies racing within me. Can I still go back? Like, maybe I shouldn't have come? But then again, it might be a waste.

I secretly sighed while trying to calm myself. Whatever! It might be worth it since there's plenty of food, and I didn't spend anything, so I shouldn't be picky.

A few minutes passed before we stopped outside the venue. It's a hotel with several floors, one of the most expensive in the country. As far as I know, the hotel's name is usually featured on television and articles. I peeked outside the window and scanned the area until I saw many people at the entrance. Almost everyone was in formal attire, and there were a few paparazzi standing outside.

I wanted to know the details of the event I entered, or rather, that Shena pushed me into, but she didn't say much. She said it's just a normal event, and even though I doubted it, I still went because the hotel's name is well-known. But there were no other details that intrigued my mind.

The driver opened the car door, and simultaneously, a wave of anxiety surged through me. Can I still go back? Like, there's probably nothing wrong with that, right? But it's also a waste.

"Thank you, Mr." I thanked him as he escorted me out of the car. He formally smiled and slightly bowed before going back into the luxurious car. I couldn't help but wonder why I needed to be picked up, especially since most attendees at such events are wealthy. Shena didn't mention anything, but she knew someone would pick me up. I forgot to ask earlier.

I took a deep breath as nervousness surged through my system, especially with a hint of embarrassment, considering the multitude of people around. I began walking towards the venue, gradually becoming aware of the numerous glances, especially from those holding cameras, making me feel even more self-conscious in this night setting.

My steps hesitated as I noticed the red carpet.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the way."

My body automatically shifted, and I looked back to see the person who spoke behind me. She wore a shimmering red fitted gown, clearly wealthy, with a tube top style revealing her ample bosom. Her small red bag was slung over her wrist, while her other hand rested on her waist.

"Tsk, first time," she said with a trace of annoyance before confidently strutting down the red carpet. I blinked and observed her poised walk. I scratched my cheek before proceeding inside the hotel.

Walking amidst the crowd, my heart refused to calm down. I was contemplating where to go, being a first-timer at such an event. I couldn't bring myself to look around, feeling as though I was being judged by everyone.

Due to my carelessness, my foot got caught at the edge of the rug. My heart danced with fear as I started to fall, but a strong hand appeared out of nowhere to catch me. My eyes widened as I met his gaze.

Is this what they mean by the world stopping? Why do I feel it now upon seeing this guy? He held me firmly, and I could feel the strength in his grip on my waist.

"Are you alright?"

His velvety low voice sent shivers down my spine; it was irresistibly deep, like a smooth melody lingering in all the right places.

We locked eyes, and for some unknown reason, my heart started to beat faster. That brown-eyed, pointed-nosed, perfectly refined jawline, and lips—was he a fictional character?

But you know what's strange? The depth of his gaze made me feel shy.

"Uh, t-thank you. I'm f-fine," I stammered, feeling my face flush.

I suddenly slapped my cheek. What are you doing, self? I hope you're okay.

He seemed surprised at my actions, but after a few seconds, he laughed gently.

"Sorry, there was a mosquito," I lied, feeling foolish.

He laughed and tightened his hold, probably to prevent me from falling again.

Smiling at me, he said, "It's quite the glamorous maze, isn't it? Takes a bit of getting used to."

His voice was so deep. If I keep acting foolish, I'd prefer tripping every minute.

Gradually, the embarrassment faded as I calmed down and felt reassured by his words.

"Sorry, I'm not used to this," I admitted, still embarrassed.

"Well, you're not alone," he chuckled softly. "Shall we navigate this maze together?"

As he stood there, my embarrassment seemed to have taken a leave, perhaps sipping a mocktail on some beach. Suddenly, I realized he was just a regular person, not a superhero with a cape. Turns out, I'm not the only one out of place here.

I looked around like a lost soul before joining him. He didn't leave me alone and promptly guided me.

As we walked side by side, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. I knew this man was wealthy, judging by his posture and aura. He was very well-built, and I could see the hidden muscles beneath his attire. I blushed at my thoughts. Wait! Why am I becoming like this? I'm only here for an hour, and then I'll be gone.

We separated earlier because several women approached him, introducing themselves. For some unknown reason, whenever our eyes met, it felt like he was being pricked by a thorn.

I just smiled at him when our eyes met, realizing he seemed quite familiar in this setting.

I noticed a waiter approaching with glasses of wine, so I took one and sipped it immediately. Let them look; I don't have time to act elegant.

Suddenly, the lights shifted to a large stage. The whole room fell silent as someone walked towards it. I craned my neck, feeling curious. I placed my wine glasses on the table and focused my gaze on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and potential supporters, welcome to an evening of unexpected discoveries and building relationships," the speaker began. The crowd paused in their activities, turning their attention to the man on stage.

"Tonight, we're here not just to celebrate wealth but to cherish the value of connections that go beyond limits. Our matchmaking service is dedicated to uniting individuals in search of genuine companionship. Our goal is to create a space where people can form meaningful bonds that enhance their lives. Through thoughtfully chosen matches, we aim to connect those who have enjoyed life's comforts with those who have aspirations yet to be fulfilled."

Matchmaking service? Will they be the ones selecting the matches, or will it be up to us? But why was I invited here? Do I look like I'm searching for a sugar daddy? I wanted to facepalm; this must be what I was talking about. No wonder that woman brought up the sugar daddy topic; there's a service like this here.

I looked around, and my eyes widened. So that's why it's an exclusive event, for goodness sake! I'm surrounded by the wealthy of the country! There are even foreigners, and I recognized some from the industry.

Is matchmaking just a game to them? Are they just spending on their matches, or is there a deeper reason for all this? Is this their new game?

Suspicious! That's all I can say; this event is too suspicious.

Then, the thought of that guy crossed my mind. I felt a pang of sadness. If he's wealthy too, is he here to find a woman? I winced; are people here that desperate?