“And Le Ballon d’Or, for best Men’s player of the year goes to...”
Alessandro grip over Amy’s hand tightened as anxiety grew deep within him and he felt nervous to know whether or not he was able to break a record and form a new one or was it his nemesis in field as well as romance, who would be getting the award.
He spared one glance at Ronaldo, who was already looking at him but his faze was more or less fixated right over his hand that held onto Amy’s. This seemingly grew a wave of jealousy within Ricci by ten folds and he tightened his grip around Amy’s hand.
Anxiety and jealousy was peaking within him, as he held his breath back and looked at Amy.
She simply sat back, looking between their fingers intertwined and the grip of Ricci’s hand over hers, kept getting stronger and tigh
