Noah’s POV:
After the game, Dad decided to host a celebratory dinner, inviting Sophie’s parents and, yet again, Sophie.
Come on, if you can thug through a whole game, then dinner won’t be so bad. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?
Everyone was gathered around the long oak dining table, plates full, glasses clinking, and all the fancy s**t.
The room was filled with laughter and chatter as people recounted highlights from the game.
“Outstanding performance tonight, son,” Dad beamed, raising his glass. “You really carried the team when it actually mattered.”
Even Sophie’s mom added in, her voice sugary sweet. “You were just fantastic, Noah. Such poise under pressure, congratulations .”
Then, all eyes turned to Sophie’s dad. He sat firmly at the head of the table, fork paused
