Carolyn’s Point of View
Strolling into that arena, all dressed up and standing by Damian’s side could quite possibly have become our worst idea of the night. I heard the gossiping start in the crowds as soon as we climbed out of his car in the parking lot. We usually tried to make it to the arena before the crowds arrived for the game, but tonight it seemed we had lost track of time a little. So, we were arriving at the arena with a jammed packed parking lot and a thousand eyes on us as people watched Damian and I stroll into the arena together.
Damian moved quickly, his legs taking long and powerful strides that carried him through the crowd and slowly made the distance between the two of us grow further. He was probably just so focused on getting in the arena and getting ready for the
