Clara Galle
--- The sky was heavy, and the rain fell in thick drops, splashing against the clay and filling the air with that unmistakable scent of wet earth. My friend and I laughed, defying the weather — two billionaires who didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, yet played as if the whole world was watching. Shirtless, water streamed down my body, a mix of sweat and rain. Then, out of the corner of the court, I caught movement. Four umbrellas… and a face that held my attention. Clara Galle. Standing with her friends, she watched every play with a curious sparkle in her eyes. Their murmurs blended with the sound of the rain, but I didn’t need to hear to know they were talking about me. I took a deep breath, spun the racket in my hand, and readied the next serve — now, the game had just changed.
About Clara Galle
--- The sky was heavy, and the rain fell in thick drops, splashing against the clay and filling the air with that unmistakable scent of wet earth. My friend and I laughed, defying the weather — two billionaires who didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, yet played as if the whole world was watching. Shirtless, water streamed down my body, ...Read more