Ella POV
After a few minutes, the driver pulled onto a narrow road that looked more like a service entrance. It took me a moment to realize we were entering through a private gate. The driver flashed some kind of ID to security, and we were waved in without hesitation.
"I didn’t know there was another entrance back here," I said, glancing around.
"It’s a VIP entrance," Alexander explained. "With access to the private boxes."
My eyes widened, and I looked at him, incredulous. "You have a private box?"
"Of course I do," he said with a laugh. "I usually only come to games for business—meeting with clients, showing off a little. You know, when you're hosting those kinds of meetings, you need a private space where you can still have conversations. That doesn’t happen in the
