Penelope's POV

We won 4-2, and I accounted for three goals and an assist.

The final buzzer still rings in my ears as reporters swarm the ice. Camera flashes blind me from every direction, but I keep smiling. This is what victory feels like. This is what I fought for.

"Penelope! Penelope!" A reporter with perfectly styled hair shoves a microphone in my face. "How does it feel to defeat the defending champions on their home ice?"

"Amazing." I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my glove. ...