Chapter Twelve
Venessa’s pov
I hated myself so much for missing his big hockey game tonight.
From the very moment I woke up early that morning, I had every single intention of being there in the stadium stands. I had even laid out Khalid’s spare team jersey carefully on the middle of my unmade bed it was the special one he had given me right after our quiet movie night together. When I lifted the heavy fabric up to my face, it still smelled faintly of his expensive woody cologne.
My plan for the evening was completely set. I was going to pull my hair into neat braids, throw on his oversized red jersey, and sit proudly in the exclusive VIP seat he had personally reserved for me at the arena. I wanted to let myself finally enjoy being there just to support him. After that incredibly in
