Your family and Sascha's go together on a trip to Paris. Will something happen between you and this conceited and spoilt tennis player or will it all end in a huge family fight?
The first week of April we all arrived in Paris. All three families were staying in a beautiful hotel which was so cozy. The rooms were all kind of connected by these pretty balconies, and the view was amazing.
During the first couple of days, we hung out with the Reeds and their children and the Zverev couple alone. I had overheard someone had to train for an important tournament and I guessed it was Mischa, but soon I got to know he was helping Sascha train; Sascha had come to Paris too and he was actually the one participating in the tournament. My Mom didn't even bother to tell me that, she was too obsessed with me having to focus on his older brother.
So, to my relief, I saw very little of the Zverev brothers until the third or fourth day, when Mr. Zverev announced Sascha was competing the following day and invited us to the match. I liked tennis but honestly I didn't know any players or understood the rules very much, but I agreed to go since Mrs. Zverev assured it was going to be fun.
I had never been in an actual tennis court before, but honestly I didn't imagine it would be this amazing. The stadium was incredibly huge. There was space for practically everyone I had ever met in my life, no lie. When we arrived, the venue was already packed with spectators, and there were plenty of ESPN cameras all over the place. I was feeling a bit nervous and I wasn't even going to play.
Suddenly, the lights went out. Someone announced through the speakers that the players were going to jump into the court. Next thing I knew, a tall, slim figure appeared from behind some banners. He had his head down, as if he was so deeply concentrated he didn't dare looking at the screaming crowd. I could see a bunch of blonde curls hanging from that head, moving as he walked towards the seat in which he would then leave his bags and rackets.
Finally, he lifted his head to unveal his face. I contemplated his perfect profile, enhanced by the way the last sun rays fell on his face. And then he turned round to face the box in which we were sitting. All his features were framed by those blonde curls, a little tucked under an orange headband across his forehead. And then his eyes. The minute I saw them I had a sudden flashback to that one time I had seen him. They were such a strong but pure shade of blue it made me feel dazzled. Finally. It was Sascha Zverev.
That scene sent shivers down my spine, I was definitely nervous for some reason. Probably seeing someone you know go through so much pressure while being broadcasted live in a thousand countries makes you put yourself in their shoes and experience their feelings. Yeah, it must have been that
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