Lilian’s POV
I’m nervous as I stand waiting in line at the kiosk to pick up my ticket, my coat covers the oversized jersey that sports Daxton’s name and number and I blush slightly when I see how many other women are wearing the same thing, some even having painted Daxton’s number on their cheeks.
Stepping up to the window, I smile at the man inside, ‘umm, there should be a ticket waiting for me’ I say quickly, ‘Lilian Sanchez?’
The man flicks through some envelopes before pulling one out and opening it. His eyes check the ticket before sliding it under the plexiglass and I snatch it up quickly.
‘Enjoy the game’ he tells me before zoning in on the man behind me who is huffing impatiently.
Sending my most vicious glare over my shoulder, I walk toward the inner doors where an usher chec
