AUTHOR’S POVMorning dew clung to the immaculate, perfectly manicured grass of the Northern Pack's premier golf resort. The crisp autumn air carried the scent of wet pine and blooming mountain heather. Victoria Ashford stood near the edge of the fifth green, holding a sleek titanium driver. A hundred yards away on the adjacent fairway, her father walked alongside a high-ranking Northern dignitary, their distant, booming laughter carrying across the quiet course. Their presence served as a constant, heavy reminder that Victoria’s every move, even during a casual morning round, remained under strict political surveillance.Her mother, Eleanor Ashford, stepped up to the wooden tee marker. She wore a pristine white visor and a tailored navy athletic skirt, completely unbothered by the chilly temperature."I believe I pushed Jordan entirely too far in the stadium bleachers," Victoria confessed quietly, keeping her voice low so it would not travel across the open grass. She pulled a wooden
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