3rd Person POV
Saturday morning arrived with a sun that seemed determined to spotlight every inch of the tennis club’s courts. Claire pushed open the iron gates, her heartbeat syncing with the crisp click of her sneakers against the cobblestone path. Today was different. She wasn’t just here to learn tennis—she was here to be seen.
Her outfit was carefully chosen: a short white tennis skirt that flared just enough with each step, a fitted navy crop top that hugged her curves without seeming provocative, and her ponytail bouncing with every movement. A hint of subtle perfume lingered in the air around her, floral with a trace of musk, enough to hint at the woman she could be if someone paid attention.
Inside, the morning was already in full swing. Balls ricocheted, sneakers squeaked, and
