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I haven’t let myself think about him, more like I can’t let myself think about him.
Because if I do, then I start crying.
I miss him, I won’t lie.
It’s been about a month since I archived our messages. I don’t want to read his messages and then get distracted.
I know he’s texted me, but I can’t get myself to read them.
Crap.
“Don’t let him through to talk to me,” I tell her.
“It’s been a month, Vio. You’ve made so much progress in your mental game. I don’t think you talking to him will affect it.” This is the first time I’ve seen Sofia not reluctant about Xavier.
“I thought the same thing until I got on the court and let my opponents beat me because I was weak. He doesn’t necessarily make me vulnerable, but he does distract me, and you know that. Tomorrow is the most important match of my life. I won’t let anyone, let alone a man, put that at risk.”
She nods. “I’ll try to get him as far away from you as possible.”
Chapter70
Violetta
It’s the day.
My Wimbledon final is finally here.
I couldn’t sleep last night; too many thoughts crossed my mind.
Having twisted and turned in my bed was annoying, to say the least. I am exhausted from last night’s match and now I’m even more tired because I didn’t recuperate at all.
At least I have coffee. It’s the only thing that is saving me from this whirlwind of exhaustion. My body is pretty much limp, but I’m pushing through the pain.
I’ve trained through fatigue, so this isn’t any different.
“Are you ready,hermana?” Cleo asks me. She’s sitting next to me in my private prep room.
“I don’t know.” I shrug.
Is anyone really ready for a moment like this?
I’m at the most recognized tennis tournament in the world and if I win, that’s a career-changing accomplishment.
“You’ll do great.” She hits me on the shoulder playfully.
Sofia walks in. “Okay, Ms. Tennis Player, get on the floor so I can stretch you.” It’s a command, not a question.
I lie down on the mat, ready for her to move at least one of the limbs attached to my sore body.
But she isn’t able to do anything before the door flies open.
My head turns on the yoga mat and I look at the person who just walked into the room, dumbfounded.
“Xavier?” I mutter under my breath.
How did he get in here?
Sofia is off the ground in milliseconds. “You aren’t supposed to be in here. Now get out,” she shouts.
