Where is the ring?

Roseline's POV

With blurry vision, I saw the shuttlecock coming to my side and anyhow I managed to hit it.

My gaze flicked to Vincenzo, who sat within my line of sight. Even from a distance, I could discern the concern etched into his features, most probably he had sensed my uneasiness even from this far away.

I could hear the cheers of the audience which was mainly from my team as they had all the hope in me. The weight of their hopes bore down upon my shoulders, a reminder that I couldn't falter – not when so much was riding on this pivotal moment.

Blinking multiple times I cleared my vision and for the last time, I looked at Vincenzo before hitting the shuttlecock. The shuttlecock left my racket with a forceful thwack, hurtling towards a distant corner, strategically out of the opponent's reach.

She went to hit the shuttlecock but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't reach there and she missed the shot.

My strategy worked!