Penelope's POV

I stare at my reflection in the hotel bathroom mirror. Tomorrow's the championship final. The girl looking back at me has steady eyes and squared shoulders. She's not the same person who got her heart shattered months ago.

"Pen, you ready?" Isla calls through the door. "Team meeting in five."

"Coming." I splash cold water on my face and head out.

The meeting room buzzes with nervous energy. Coach Martinez stands at the front, arms crossed, studying each of us like we're chess ...