Danilo
I regretted not inviting Daniel with me because entering the VIP suite felt suffocating from the moment I stepped through the glass doors. Red carpet bleeding into black leather seats. A bar lined with crystal and white lilies in tall vases. Floor-to-ceiling glass looking down onto 80,000 people.
It should've felt like power.
It felt like a cage.
Other celebrities, influential public figures, and business moguls well known in Germany instantly gravitated toward me. A politician I'd had dinner with last year. A record exec who'd tried to sign Kolli years ago. A footballer's wife who only ever texted me for charity invites. I didn't know what I was thinking. Did I expect to just hover here invisible?
I had to keep smiling. I had to nod. I had to pretend I wasn't only here for one reason because my husband refused to take my calls. So this was the only place I knew I could see him.
