SKY’S POV
The team charity event happened every year around this time, some hotel ballroom full of sponsors and season-ticket holders paying too much money for a chance to shake hands with players who’d rather be anywhere else. I usually treated it like another shift — show up, perform, get through it.
This year I noticed Amira across the room within about four minutes of walking in.
She wasn’t there for me, technically. Staff got invited too, and she stood near the edge of the room in a dress that made her look like someone I didn’t fully recognize, talking to a sponsor with the same calm, professional attention she gave everyone. I watched her longer than I should have before I caught myself doing it and turned back to the conversation I was supposed to be having with a man asking me
