29: OFF TO THE GAME PART 1

PEBBLES' POV

I scrambled through my suitcase, trying to cypher through those rags I called clothes. I struggled to find a decent enough outfit. The only items I found were brown corduroy pants that had seen better days and Grandma's old blue cotton sweater that was missing a button or two.

I was never a girl who paid much attention to material objects or overly obsessed about outer beauty, but I wanted to look perfect for Ace. He requested me to accompany him to a football game that evening; it astonished me when I learnt he was a Harvard sophomore. My mouth fell agape when he revealed he was also an honour student on the Dean's list.

I slipped on the raggedy items of clothing, praying to God that they didn't rip apart from old age and deterioration, then I made my approach to the living room. Ace was leaning against the front door. He had a hand in his pocket, and he was twirling a set of keys on his finger. He launched forward as he kept my gaze. This man was nothing less than extra