The CEU Sportsfest was chaos dressed in color and noise.
Banners flapped under the noonday sun, confetti scattered across the grounds like fallen petals, and cheer squads screamed themselves hoarse while the smell of sweat and street food tangled thick in the air.
Jessica had been on her feet since seven a.m., juggling cameras, interviews, and endless lists, her once-white uniform now wrinkled and faintly ink-stained. Bea handled crowd shots. Jeremy was filming the athletes’ warm-ups. Jessica manned the press area, clipboard clutched in a hand that wouldn’t stop trembling.
“Okay, team,” Bea said, squinting at her list. “We’re supposed to get a short quote from the guest judge from San Beda before the opening parade starts.”
Ginny groaned. “Again with that rumor? Every year it’s a new g
