Chapter 13

Cecilia Yvonne was already waiting at the practice range when I arrived, lounging against a golf cart with effortless confidence. She wore a canary yellow one-piece sports dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the hem just short enough to tease. Her sun-kissed skin glowed under the light, and her long, honey-blonde waves tumbled over her shoulders like something out of a shampoo commercial. She looked like a walking summer fantasy—bold, radiant, and utterly unapologetic. Her eyes swept over me, and her perfectly arched brow lifted in playful disapproval. "Oh, honey," she said, lips curling into a smirk. "Why don't you just throw on a turtleneck while you're at it?" I smiled faintly. "I'm here for a job interview, not to get picked up." Honestly, I thought I looked just fine. I'd chosen a fitted light blue sports set that showed off my figure without being showy, tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, and kept my makeup minimal—glowy skin, defined eyes, and nothing too flas