Scenario:Игра про гольфу
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"Will you marry me?"
I asked.
I was on one knee, in the middle of the golf course, during the most important tournament of my life.
I was on the brink of collapse, both personally and professionally, and I had no idea if she’d say yes.
But I had to ask.
I had to know.
Sarah Jennings looked at me like I was insane.
Of course, I was.
We were in the middle of the seventeenth hole, and I was down by two strokes.
I had just sunk my putt.
The ball had gone in so smoothly, and I felt a rush of hope that carried me through until I realized that Mark Collins was right on my heels.
In more ways than one.
I tried not to look at him as I slid my putter back into my bag.
Mark had a way of making me feel like I was in junior high again, trying to compete for the attention of whatever girl I had a crush on.
This time it was different.
This time, it was about my career.
If I didn’t win this tournament, I would lose my sponsor, and without a sponsor, I wouldn’t be able to afford to be on the tour at all.
My career would be over.
I would have to go back to Georgia and work at my family’s country club again, teaching fourteen-year-olds how to drive and wondering what could have been.
But for now, none of that mattered.