“Would I answer the phone?” she in turn asks me, and I grab my watch, putting it on.

“How am I supposed to know? Maybe you’re not into it.” I shrug.

“I was running after Chase, who took off with my phone,” she says. “I’m on my way out the door now. Why did I think it was a good idea to stay in a hotel?”

“Because you’re crazy,” I tell her. “Would it be bad if I passed on tonight’s festivities?” I ask her, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I know I have to show up, and I’m half okay with that, but I’m not sure I can be the nonchalant Vivienne everyone knows. “I don’t even know.”

“Vivienne,” she says softly. “Remember the advice you give all the girls.” I roll my eyes at this. “To get over him, one must get under someone else.”

I close my eyes because the thought of sleeping with someone else makes me ill, but the thought of Mark sleeping with someone makes me dizzy, and I have to sit down. “You’re right,” I say, opening my eyes. “I’ll meet you guys there.”

“We can swing by and get you,” she says, and then I hear crashing in the background. “Okay, meeting us there sounds great.” She disconnects. I get up and look at my outfit of dark blue jeans that used to hug me perfectly but are now just a touch loose on me and a matching button-up shirt with puffy sleeves and a huge bow tied around the neck.

“You can do this,” I tell myself. “You are the queen of being single.” I hold my head high and then turn around and grab my black Chanel purse. The wind blows my hair back as I walk out of the door to the waiting car. The driver opens the door, and I sit in the back and look out the window. My stomach is a mess as the driver zigzags through traffic, and when he drops me off at the players’ entrance, I get out, and my eyes make a quick sweep of the area. My stomach dips when I see some players arriving, and I reach into my purse for the pass that Matthew gets me every year. Walking with my head down for the first time ever, I don’t look around and see who is there. I just make a beeline inside and go straight to the stairs that take you to the arena instead of down the carpet to the dressing rooms. I walk in, and a lot of people are already standing around. The season opener has always been a big deal, but ever since Allison did the public relations, she’s made it bigger and better. When Oliver took over for her, it just went over the top. I spot Cooper and Parker right away as Cooper posts for pictures with the fans.