The morning sun spilled over Emerald Valley Golf Club, bright and forgiving.
Standing just in front of the eighth green, Kirsten wore a crisp athletic outfit—a pure white polo hugging her figure, and a pleated skirt brushing just above the knee, revealing a pair of long, toned legs.
Her high ponytail arced gracefully through the air as she swung, smooth and effortless.
A sharp crack echoed as the club connected with the ball. It soared cleanly through the air, bounced, rolled, and dropped straight into the hole.
It was a perfect shot.
"Beautiful swing!"
The compliments came quickly from the surrounding crowd of elite socialites, layered with admiration and polite applause.
Kirsten gave a polite nod and a small, effortless smile in response.
Just then, the quiet admiration was cut s
