"This doesn't even look like a ticket… more like an invitation," Joanne muttered, frowning at the screen. "Why is there a box for a ticket? And how much does this thing cost?"
She blinked. "Wait… what is Wimbledon?"
Jeffrey nearly choked on his laughter. He leaned back against the headboard, watching her with an amused smile as she eagerly typed it into her search bar.
She was adorable. He could already picture her reaction—and when it came, it was even better than he imagined.
"Ohhh, it's tennis?" she said, glancing at him as if she'd known all along. "I knew that. I know the difference between lawn tennis and… that other tennis with feather… and the other one they play on tables…"
Jeffrey smothered a grin. Sure you did, Jo. You, the devoted tennis aficionado who definitely doesn't mix it up with badminton or ping pong.
"It's in England?" she asked next, eyebrows raised like that was the wildest part of all this.
