Penelope's POV
We won 4-2, and I accounted for three goals and an assist.
The final buzzer still rings in my ears as reporters swarm the ice. Camera flashes blind me from every direction, but I keep smiling. This is what victory feels like. This is what I fought for.
"Penelope! Penelope!" A reporter with perfectly styled hair shoves a microphone in my face. "How does it feel to defeat the defending champions on their home ice?"
"Amazing." I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my glove. "My team played incredible tonight. We've worked so hard for this moment."
"You scored three goals against one of the best defenses in the league," another reporter calls out. "What was your strategy?"
I laugh, still catching my breath. "Play our game. We knew they'd underestimate us, so we us
