Marcelo and I stroll through the streets of Primeiro, each holding a cup of coffee. I’m feeling just a tad hungover after an evening of celebration with everyone, including Saif and Takemo. Vivian called from Ossun to wish me congratulations, and I fell asleep listening to her talk about Ilaria and the farm. It was exactly what I needed after that tournament.
But just because the tournament is over doesn’t mean my days in the limelight are through. I’m dating one of the hottest bachelors on Rio now, and everyone is talking about it. A paparazzi drone buzzes past us, and I duck away from someone who tries to take my photo. The attention has been relentless lately. I hustle in front of Marcelo until we pass them by.