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As we drove towards the arena, I looked out the window, taking in the crowded streets of downtown LA. I tried to focus on the excitement of the game, but my mind kept drifting to Bronny.
When we pulled up to the arena, the energy outside was loud and electric. Fans in Sparks jerseys flooded the sidewalks, chatting excitedly as they headed towards the entrance. D'Angelo drove around the crowd, pulling up to a private entrance. No waiting in line for us.
"Stay close." D'Angelo said as we got out of the car. He nodded to the security guard at the door, who recognized him instantly and waved us through. I could feel eyes on us as we walked by, whispers and phones being raised to snap pictures. This was Angeline's world, but it still felt surreal to me.
Inside, the atmosphere was even more intense. The sound of the crowd, the smell of the popcorn and hotdogs, the buzz of anticipation—it all hit me at once. There were many fans who recognized D'Angelo and tried to take pictures with him but security kept pushing them back. I kept hold of Angeline's hand, as we walked through the hallways.
"Right this way." a staff member said, leading us down a quieter hallway. "The suite is just up ahead."
I could feel my heart pounding as we approached the suite door. This was it.
D'Angelo opened the door and we stepped inside. The suite was very spacious and luxurious, with plush seating, couches, a private bar, a private bathroom, two TV's, and an amazing view of the court below.
The suite:
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