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âOHH ONE NIGHT I WAS BORED IN BED AND STALKED
YOU ON THE INTERNET ITS FEMININE INTUITION CAUSE
I ALWAYS HAD A VISION WE'D BE STANDING LIKE THIS â
Everyone knew Alessia Moreau.
Not because she tried to be known.
That was the thing about Alessia - she never chased attention. Somehow, attention always found her.
At twenty-two years old, Alessia had become one of the most recognizable faces in European fashion. Her name was written across magazine covers, her outfits were saved on Pinterest boards, and her Instagram feed was the definition of effortless elegance.
She was the girl everyone wanted to know.
The French girl with the perfect coffee orders, the perfectly messy hair, the neutral-toned wardrobe, and the kind of beauty that looked like she had just walked out of a fashion campaign without trying.
Across Europe, another name was impossible to miss.
João Félix.
The Portuguese footballer had been in the spotlight since he was a teenager. Talented, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore, João had built a career that placed him among football's biggest names.
On the pitch, he was known for his creativity, his confidence, and his ability to change a game in seconds.
Off the pitch, he was different.
He was playful.
He was stubborn.
He was the kind of person who could turn a simple conversation into a competition.
To millions of fans, João Félix was a football star.
To the people closest to him, he was just João.
The guy who loved his family, spoiled his dog Floki, and never took himself too seriously.
Two people.
Two completely different worlds.
One girl who lived in fashion.
One boy who lived in football.
They had no reason to meet.
Until one night, during the biggest football tournament in the world, Alessia decided to leave her apartment and join her friends for a simple night out.
It was supposed to be nothing special.
Just a pub. Just a match.
Just one night watching Portugal play Spain.