Elara’s POV
Whether I was queen of the party or not, I was satisfied with how I looked. Alric had only applied a light touch of makeup, but still had the audacity to call me a tuna fish. Typical.
The stadium, however, was far from light. It was chaos. Lights blazed down, music thundered from the speakers, and the crowd’s roar rose like a crashing wave. Every seat was packed. Fans waved flags, banners, and jerseys. The air smelled of sweat, popcorn, and adrenaline.
When the announcer’s voice boomed, the noise swelled to a deafening pitch.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the star, the king of hockey is finally here! Give it up for Alric Harlow!”
The arena erupted. Screams, whistles, chants—his name was everywhere.
I froze in my seat as he skated onto the ice, helmet tucked under one arm, confid
