Mag-log inCarmen's POVI had been to football matches before, mainly when Russell and I used to date and I was already familiar with the some stadiums that were half full and you could hear individual voices from the pitch, but walking toward Real Numancia's stadium for the first time was something I had not prepared for. The building was enormous and I could see that the photographs had really failed to communicate its size. There was white concrete rising above the surrounding streets, and even an hour before kickoff, the crowd moving toward the entrances was loud enough that I had to raise my voice to thank the driver who dropped us off.Sofia had collected me from my apartment at noon, which gave us four hours before the match and, according to her, just enough time to get me through the family accreditation process without either of us losing our minds.She had not been wrong about that part.The first camera found me before I found my seat, which I say because I need the record to show th
Carmen's POVAs the evening progressed the conversation shifted into something else. Andre had finished explaining Numancia's new pressing trigger several minutes earlier but we were still at the kitchen island with our empty plates between us and my coffee cooling near my elbow. He had drawn a rough pitch on the back of a delivery receipt, using salt and pepper shakers for the centre-backs and two bottle caps for the opposing midfielders."If their left centre-back receives with his body closed," he said, moving the pepper shaker toward the edge of the paper, "I go immediately. Diego blocks the pass inside, our striker cuts off the goalkeeper, and the touchline becomes another defender.""Unless their fullback drops before the ball arrives."Andre looked up.I reached over and moved one of the bottle caps closer to the pepper shaker. "Then you press too early, the centre-back plays around you, and their fullback has space to carry it."He studied the new arrangement without speaking.
Carmen's POV"You haven't been to the apartment in nine days." Andre said to me over the phone. I was standing in my kitchen, trying to decide whether reheated pasta counted as dinner or a cry for help."I've had coursework.""You've had coursework for nine days straight.""It's a demanding programme, Andre.""Carmen."I paused and took a deep breath. He already knew I was lying and wasn't going to waste breath calling me on it directly.The truth was uglier than coursework and I had no intention of saying it out loud to him or to myself if I could avoid it. The truth was that every time I thought about walking into that apartment, sitting across from him at that kitchen island, existing in a space designed specifically for the two of us to learn each other's habits, my whole body went on high alert and it really was a complicated scenario.“I will come to the apartment when I am free, it’s really nothing”He didn’t say anything again until I hung up, not fully resolving anything, whi
Carmen's POVAbout four hours after Andre dropped me home, still riding the strange high of an afternoon that had felt more real than it had any right to, I heard a knock on my door and opened it without checking who it was, which was how Mirabel ended up pushing her way into my apartment before I had a chance to stop her."My half sister seems to have secured herself a wealthy man," she said, walking past me into the living room like she paid rent there, "and has been enjoying her little internet moment for a while now. Too bad you don't actually have what it takes for this kind of thing.""That's such a beautiful way to start a conversation in someone's home," I said, closing the door because there was no version of this where letting her leave immediately was going to happen."Carmen, how did you even bag Andre Fernandez?" She turned to face me, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between disbelief and outrage, like my existence in this situation was a personal insult to her. "D
Carmen's POVVictor’s statement about the paparazzi photos were out on a Thursday morning. He had granted an interview with one of the media personnel and spoke about it so lightly that I would have easily believed myself if I didn’t have an idea of this whole drama. He'd called me the evening before to talk through the wording, treating me like an actual stakeholder in the decision rather than someone he was managing around, which I appreciated even though I suspected it was strategic on his part too."We want the tone light," he'd explained. "Almost dismissive of the drama, not defensive. Defensive reads as guilty but a light would show everyone we are unbothered, which indicates everything is real.""So the goal is to sound like none of this matters.""Yes, exactly! A private relationship being made public against your will is annoying, not devastating. People who are actually hiding something sound devastated. People who are just mildly inconvenienced sound like you."I hadn't ex
Russell's POVOne of my best buddies, Callum had flown in for a few days between international breaks, using the gap in his own club's schedule to visit, and we were sitting in my living room with the match highlights running muted on the television when I finally said what I'd been avoiding saying since he arrived."I think I am going crazy thinking about all of these""What is it that you are thinking about?""This whole thing about Fernandez and Carmen."Callum looked at me for a second, then reached for his beer without saying anything, which was his way of telling me to keep going because he wasn't going to do the emotional labour of dragging it out of me."He's got everything," I said. "The trophies, the money, the family name, the whole world already handed to him before he kicked a ball professionally. And now he's got her too.""You don't even like this girl anymore, mate. Why does it matter who Andre dates?"That was the question, and I'd been turning it over myself for week
Carmen's POV "Shit," Russell cursed the moment he saw me standing in the doorway. He scrambled out of the bed, grabbing his pants from the floor and pulling them on in a hurry, one leg at a time, like the speed of it was going to help anything. He crossed to where I was standing, took my arm witho
Carmen's POVMy half-sister had completely lost her mind, and I was sitting on my own bed watching it happen in real time.Mirabel had shown up at my apartment twenty minutes ago without calling ahead, which was very like her, and she had been talking ever since. Pacing back and forth in front of m
Carmen's POVI kissed him back with fervour while having my hand on the back of his neck to pull him into me. My mouth was on his like it was the only thing I had been thinking about for the last hour. There was no pause and no performance and the kiss was deep and hungry and nothing like the ones
Carmen's POVFrom across the section I had confirmed the brown hair, the dark jacket, the confident posture, all of it matching Mirabel's description close enough that I was sure. But that was at a distance. Up close, as he leaned forward to say something to one of his companions and the light caug







