The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 84

With the dog wash fundraiser gaining momentum, my determination to make it a success was stronger than ever. The next morning, I dialed Penny’s number and anxiously waited for her to pick up. When her voice finally came through the line, I wasted no time.

“Penny, I need your help with something.”

Her response was immediate, her tone business–like. “Of course, Evie. What do you need?”

“I want to make sure the paparazzi are there at the dog wash fundraiser,” I explained. “Can you arrange it?”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a thoughtful hum. “Consider it done, Evie. I’ll make sure the best of the best are there.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “We appreciate it.”

After the call with Penny, I decided to use that day to get to work on the fliers. Creating the fliers for the dog wash fundraiser was a hefty task. Armed with my trusty laptop, I spent hours designing a visually appealing flier that would catch. people’s attention.

The images of happy dogs splashing in water and the details of the event were carefully arranged to convey the spirit of the fundraiser. Once satisfied with the design, I went to the local print shop. The print shop was a small, cozy space filled with the hum of machines and the scent of freshly printed paper. I stepped in, greeted by a friendly clerk who was eager to assist us. I handed over the digital files, watching as he expertly loaded the paper into the printer. As the fliers began to emerge, I felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing the vibrant colors and crisp details.

After thanking the clerk and gathering the stack of fliers, I headed back to the apartment. Lucas and Aria were already there, sitting on the couch, their laptops placed between them. I spread the fliers out on the coffee table and their attention was quickly drawn to them,

“They look fantastic, Evie!” Lucas remarked, giving me a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Lucas. I’m glad I was able to get them printed so quickly,” I said chipperly. “I can’t wait to post these around town!”

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“Those are perfect!” Aria said, clapping her hands together. “Send me the images so that I can post them on my fan page.”

Lucas rolled his gaze over to Aria with a sigh. “I still can’t believe you dedicated a whole social media page to the guy. It’s a bit extreme.”

tabs on his achievements. You wouldn’t understand.”

were a whirlwind of activity. Aria’s infectious enthusiasm had a way of spreading like wildfire, and soon enough, the news of the event was rippling through social media, shared by Timothy’s fans and dog

calling for a meeting in the city so that we could spread the fliers. Timothy and Lucas arrived at my apartment, still humorously awkward

plenty of duct

spread the

handing each of them a stack of fliers. “Let’s cover the city

a feeling this

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of purpose. Our faces were lit up with smiles as we merrily stuck up poster after poster. Duke alone seemed to draw interest toward our group as people would occasionally stop to pet him before

carefully affixing the fliers to catch the eye of passersby. Timothy

in the streets.

flier to a library bulletin board, Timothy’s

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“Evie, can we talk

by his neutral tone. “Sure, what’s

smile, his eyes warm. “I just

my cheeks heat up slightly, a bashful smile forming. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I just

a hint of

I feel bad for doubting

trying to downplay it. “Hey, I can’t control it if the solutions sometimes.

of which, I’ve noticed something interesting. Since the news. about

years.”

tape to keep it

Lucas had wandered a bit ahead, giving us a moment of privacy. Timothy’s expression turned more serious. “Speaking of fan attention, I haven’t seen Linda since our last encounter.” Relief washed over me, although it was. fleeting once the image of my shattered sculpture reemerged. “That’s a relief. I was worried

his head. “Nah, she’s been a ghost ever since she posted

air like a weight, tugging at the corners of my conscience. His gaze so sincere, but I didn’t know

my best to hide the turmoil churning within me. “No, Timothy,” I replied, my voice steady despite

I couldn’t help but