Vincent's POV
Rachel won.
Her final time was nearly three seconds faster than the second-place competitor, a professional skier who'd been competing for years.
The crowd went wild as her name was announced as the winner. People were on their feet, cheering, applauding this relative unknown who'd just dominated the competition.
I watched as Rachel was swarmed by congratulations. Other competitors, event organizers, sponsors, everyone wanted to talk to her, shake her hand, get her contact information.
She was glowing with happiness as she laughed heartily. I couldn't stay in my seat.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I was walking down the steps toward the competitor area.
"Vincent!" Camilla's voice called from behind me. "Where are you going? Vincent, come back! Don't leave!"
