The next day unfolded in an almost unnatural silence.
Jacqueline didn't look at him. Didn't speak to him. Didn't so much as breathe in his direction. She behaved as though Damien Ruiz had dissolved into thin air. If he noticed, he gave no sign. And that was precisely what she wanted to make him believe she had finally surrendered and left him alone.
She sat in the cafeteria with her friends, pushing fries around her tray while Thérèse brought Damien up for what felt like the millionth time.
"Oh my God, are we still talking about him?" Jacqueline groaned.
"I heard something interesting," Gilles cut in, lowering his voice slightly as if delivering classified information. "Coach mentioned Damien's joining us for the practice match tomorrow. Player selection for the finals."
That made Jacqueline look up.
