Page 37 of Risky Match
“We do. I’ll get that for you, along with the matching shampoo and conditioner. Do you need anything else?”
“That’s all. Thank you.”
After a quick shower, I change and sit at a dressing table to dry my hair and apply a touch of makeup. This space is luxurious—nothing like the typical gym-style locker rooms I’m used to at tournaments. No wonder everyone covets a spot here.
Once I’m ready, I thank the staff and head out to find Erin. She’s talking with Prince Adrian.
“Adrian, what a surprise,” I say.
“I heard you arrived and wanted to welcome you to Wimbledon.”
“Thank you. That’s very thoughtful.”
“I understand your partner plays on Centre Court tomorrow. Will you be watching?”
I catch his almost imperceptible nod. Message received. I’m expected to be there, which isn’t a problem. I already planned to go—it’s a chance to study Blake’s game more closely.
“I will. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Excellent. Prince Stephen will attend as well. He hopes to speak with you.”
“It would be a pleasure to see him. I’m sure we’ll have much to chat about.”
“What are your plans this afternoon?”
“I’m headed to Centre Court to watch the next match—and calm my nerves before it’s my turn to play there on Friday.”
“You’ll do well. We’re all cheering for you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the support.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you’ll excuse me now. I have another appointment.”
“Of course. Please tell Stephen that I’ll see him tomorrow.”
“I will.”
As he leaves, I turn to Erin. “Can we walk outside for a minute? The flowers are always beautiful here. This may be my only chance to enjoy them.”
“You love worrying me, don’t you?”
“You know how much I love flowers.”
“No worries. I’ve been expecting this request. There are two great viewing spots nearby. Follow me.”
“You know me so well,” I smile broadly.
A few minutes later, we’re standing on a second-floor balcony overlooking the walkway between Centre Court and No. 1 Court.
The famous hill is such a vibrant green that it looks artificial. To my right, pergolas draped in hanging baskets of purple, yellow, and white petunias line the walk. Guests are resting on wooden benches tucked underneath them. Dense vines of ivy blanket the walls of nearby buildings. It’s stunning.
“I never tire of the flowers and greenery here,” I say.
“It’s breathtaking. When you have another break, we can walk to the area above Court 18. I’m told the gigantic hot-pink and purple hydrangeas are gorgeous this year.”
“We definitely have to see those while we’re here.”
I soak in the vibrant scene. Families picnic on the hill. Cheers ripple across the grounds. Positive energy fills the air.
