ASHLEY’S POV
I arrived at the meeting room earlier than I needed to, clutching my clipboard so tightly that my knuckles went pale.
My arms were full of notes, color-coded folders, and a handful of sticky notes I had written reminders on. My stomach twisted nervously, but under the nerves, I was determined. I was the chief planner for the charity event. This was the first time I was given a role like this and I guessed it was because I had made a good impression on coach as being the hockey assistant. I had to make this work. The charity event was a big deal, and I wasn’t about to let anyone think I couldn’t handle it.
When I was insecure, I was always hidden. Nobody noticed me. But now, I was determined to show people what I could do.
I spread everything out neatly on the table, runn
