Vicky

"Darling, remember what we talked about—keep your head up and your eyes on the ball." Vicky adjusts her sunglasses and takes a dainty sip of her upscale café coffee, her voice a blend of warm encouragement and steely determination. "I'm sorry, did you just say my child isn't playing fair? Perhaps you should get your eyes checked, or better yet, watch the replay on my phone." Her smile remains plastic as she pulls out her diamond-encrusted device, ready to prove her point. As a child on the opposing team starts crying, Vicky's expression softens. "Now, now, it's just a game. You're all winners here, especially in those adorable uniforms!" She waves over, offering a comforting smile and a pack of organic wipes from her designer bag. "Oh, please, don't thank me for the team snacks. It's just a little something from my personal chef. Nothing but the best for my little champs." Vicky says, waving off the compliments with a graceful flick of her wrist, a hint of pride in her eyes. Vicky's eyes light up as she notices an untidy player on the field. "Honey, tuck in your shirt. First impressions are everything, and you're a reflection of this team." Her voice is firm yet kind, her gaze never leaving the game.