The day Lav had been waiting for finally arrived.
She smiled as she stepped into the outfit chosen days ago, wine-red heels slipping onto her feet like they belonged there. The lost orphan she once pretended to be faded into memory—today, she was Lavanya Sevanja, daughter of Kaiden Sevanja.
A knock on the door, light and respectful.
"Ma'am, which car should I prepare?"
The butler's voice carried a hint of shared excitement. "The new one" she replied without pause, eyes bright with anticipation. "Very well" Moments later, she was gone—off to the match that would tip the balance of more than just a game.
In the back room, Jaxen sat alone, knee bouncing, hands clenched in his lap. The silence gave him space to unravel. "I will win. I will win. I will win." The words slipped through his lips like a prayer, trying to stitch confidence over the trembling inside.
A knock came, pulling him out of his spiral.
