Chapter 12 : If The Boot Fits

*Asher*

Ophelia texts me a few days later. She wanted to handle our plans for the date. “I’m not letting you wine and dine me; that’s not who I am,” she had said to me on the phone. “If we’re going on a date, I’m making the plans.”

I have no issue with this. The fact she’s giving me a chance is all I’d wanted. Our game against the Chefs was a beatdown. We were on our game. Mark and I couldn’t help but scream in celebration after the fourth quarter ended. 35-3 was our final score. So, two games down, and the rest of the season to go.

As I’m traveling back to Nashville from Arkansas, I talk on the phone to AJ, whose team also won this week.

“How is it you end up in a situation in which ghost-singing is involved?” he inquires.

I turn on my blinker, almost to Ophelia’s place. “You ask the question, but I still don’t have an answer. But I’ve got to record her voice sometime, and you have to hear her.”

“All I’m hearing is you just landed yourself in a Cinderella story,” my brother te