EPILOGUE
Ashley
The time had finally come. I’d never played at the Augusta National Golf Club, but it was breathtaking. The grass was greener than emeralds, and the fairways were vibrant with color. We’d spent the prior week in Augusta, so Lucas could practice on the course. I’d met most of the other pros by that point, and I knew it was going to be an interesting tournament.
So far, Lucas had taken the lead in the first and third rounds, but not by much. Overall, he was tied with two other players. Lucas seemed so calm and collected as he teed up for the first hole. I was the one with a racing heart, feeling as if I would pass out. The cameras had followed us around so much the past week, my face had been plastered everywhere. It was strange and a little unnerving at first, but I’d got
