The air inside the arena was freezing, but the energy was electric. There was a lot of noise and bright lights.
Thousands of people were filling the seats, their voices screaming and loud.
I stood in the tunnel leading to our private seats with my heart racing. I was nervous. This was the first time I had ever watched Luca play. During the holidays, there were been no games. And before that, I was a prisoner in my father’s world. Now, I was here as a wife. As the captain's wife.
I looked down at what I was wearing. I wore something important. It was Luca’s official team tshirt. It was huge on me, the sleeves wete hanging past my fingers, but I didn't care. On the back, in big, bold letters, it said MONTGOMERY. Below the name was his number, 17.
Leon was standing next to me, vibrating
