Freya, too, paused and looked at her through the rearview mirror. "You won championships?"
Adelyn's gaze lifted to meet hers before she gave a small nod.
At that confirmation, Freya's mind immediately went back to the arena earlier.
No wonder her movements had seemed so practiced —so precise.
There had been no hesitation, no wasted motion.
However, just as she was about to ask what kind of championships they were—
Amelia suddenly spoke up.
"Wait …"
Her fingers tapped rapidly against her phone screen as she searched for something online. She scrolled and scrolled, her brows knitting tighter with every passing second.
But in the end, all that showed on her face was disappointment.
"If you've won any notable championships," she said, lifting her gaze back to Adelyn and turning the phone screen toward her, "then why can't I find your name anywhere?"
She tilted the phone slightly.
"Your name isn't here at all. What kind of championships did you win?"
