The prestigious young men in the private room fell silent at the sight of the face revealed beneath the removed cap. They understood, at last, the meaning of a perfect match. They mused that the celebrities should witness Yvette's face, a true representation of beauty.

Even Keira, moments before in tears, stared blankly, mesmerized. "Her flawless beauty is clearly natural," she thought, "no trace of cosmetic enhancement. If only I possessed such divine features, I wouldn't have endured so many surgeries. With such looks, I could dominate the entertainment industry." Jealousy burned within her, nearly consuming her. She recognized the man at the door: Jeremiah, the one Joel had mentioned. His aura, appearance, and presence far eclipsed Joel and the others.

Wiping away her tears, Keira steeled herself, plotting. The other men were speechless. They'd believed, for once, they might best Jeremiah in the "girlfriend competition," but they were profoundly wrong. They glanced at their heavily made-up dates, then at Yvette's effortless beauty, devoid of makeup. Bitterness and envy consumed them; they were once again utterly defeated.

The pair at the door commanded a kind of reverence, their presence demanding unspoken submission. These men had assumed a girl from Seacrity might be pretty, at best; now they realized she was beyond pretty—otherworldly.

Samantha broke the silence. Rising from the sofa, her black dress accentuating her curves, she walked elegantly toward Yvette in her high heels. The crowd's stunned silence broke only with her movement. Jared, fearing impulsiveness, stepped forward, troubled. "Samantha, maybe don't go over there?" he cautioned. Everyone knew that without Yvette, Samantha would have married Jeremiah. Jared saw the meeting as a declaration of war, unsure whose side to take. Samantha had been his childhood crush. His eyes darted around, assessing his chances of controlling Jeremiah.

Samantha patted Jared's head. "Move aside," she said, continuing her walk. With each step, anxiety escalated. "Oh no," they thought, "this is about to get ugly. Samantha has a seventh-degree black belt. If a fight breaks out and Jeremiah doesn't intervene, his girlfriend will be in serious danger."

Keira, head down, smirked maliciously. "Go on," she thought, "Fight… and ruin her face!"

Samantha stopped before Jeremiah and Yvette, her red lips curving into a smile. "Andrew didn't exaggerate," she thought. "This girl, even in simple clothes, possesses an undeniable, ethereal beauty. No makeup. I've never acknowledged anyone's beauty as superior, but today, I'm impressed." Noticing their matching outfits, she thought, "Jeremiah is cunning; anyone can see they're a couple."

Jeremiah, his voice stern, asked, "What are you doing here?" His bluntness surprised everyone; they found him harsh and heartless. In reality, the rumors about Jeremiah and Samantha were mere hearsay. They rarely interacted socially; even then, Jeremiah remained aloof. This had seemed normal, a preference for formality. Now, though, things felt… different.

Samantha, unfazed—accustomed to his demeanor since childhood—let out a cold snort. Turning to Yvette, she asked in a husky voice, "Yvette Zeller?" The pronunciation held its own unique charm.

Yvette looked up, her expression sharp yet playful, her jawline striking. Raising an eyebrow, she replied leisurely, "Samantha Mitchell?"

Jared's mouth twitched. "These two sure know how to greet each other succinctly," he thought. "Could you possibly say more?"

Everyone held their breath, the scene mirroring a pre-fight exchange of names. Samantha paused, then smiled, dimples appearing as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Andrew was right—you are interesting," she said. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Samantha Mitchell, Andrew's sister. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand.

Yvette glanced at it but didn't take it, nodding slightly. "I'm Yvette Zeller," she said.

Joel and Jared watched Samantha's outstretched hand, exchanging a glance. "Unbelievable!" they thought. "In Betrico, few receive such a gesture from Samantha. Yvette is the first to ignore it. Where did Jeremiah find this bold, impressive girlfriend who shows no respect, even to Samantha?"

Jared covered his eyes, dreading the inevitable confrontation. He assumed Samantha wouldn't tolerate the slight.

Samantha withdrew her hand calmly. The rejection was new, oddly refreshing. She recalled Andrew mentioning Yvette's dislike of physical contact with strangers; it explained their shared aversion.

Samantha stepped closer, whispering, "I'm sure you've heard the rumors about Jeremiah and me. Nonsense. Honestly, I prefer beautiful women. Like you." She winked flirtatiously.

Jeremiah's lips twitched. "Does Samantha think I'm invisible?" he thought. "She's flirting with my girlfriend right in front of me!" He warned, "Samantha, stop it."

Yvette studied the mischief in Samantha's eyes before replying calmly, "Good to know. I like beautiful women too, and you're definitely my type."

Stunned, Samantha saw her own reflection in Yvette's deep eyes, her face flushing. "Wait," she thought, "am I being flirted with?"

Jeremiah ground his teeth. "Why are they staring at each other so affectionately? I'm still here!" Jealousy stung him; Yvette had never looked at him that way.

The two women locked eyes for a full minute before Samantha looked away, defeated. "This girl is impressive," she thought. "But it makes sense; Jeremiah would never find an ordinary girlfriend."

Clearing her throat, Samantha muttered, "You're good."

Yvette replied calmly, "Not bad."

Samantha was speechless. "This girl is all action, no talk," she thought. "Want to sit with me? I'll mix something special for you," she offered.

The two exchanged smiles. "Sure," Yvette replied.

One was charm and allure, the other distant and stunning. Some people connected without words; Yvette and Samantha were such a pair.

The crowd felt as if they'd experienced an emotional rollercoaster. "Aren't these two supposed to fight over Jeremiah?" they thought. "Now they look like best friends. Jeremiah seems left out, standing alone, looking rather pitiful. What's happening?" They couldn't help but revel in his misfortune.