"You've never been to a match like this with us," Ava said, surprisingly looping her arm through his.
To her side, Annabelle smiled, sincerely pinching Olivia. "London games hit different at night though."
"Unfortunately, we were unable to find such games. Big game VVIP tickets are hard to book," Olivia muttered, already leading the way toward the private entrance.
…
The private entrance was discreet—a tinted glass door with velvet ropes and a stern-looking man in a suit standing composed by the side.
After they got close enough, he silently brought out a device and stretched out his hand for their tickets.
Beep! Beep!
After a second reconfirmation of their identity, the man stepped aside, and the glass door automatically opened.
Inside was a narrow, cozy corridor with dim lighting, laced with the polished scent of leather. The echoes from the shouts inside the stadium were somewhat muffled.
