Tap. Tap. Tap. Grayson winks before turning to a camera off to the side and calling out, “She’s mine!” Using his hockey stick, he points directly to me. Cindy’s hand slaps down on my wrist as she squeals, and all I can do is laugh as Grayson continues to tap the plexiglass with his stick in my direction. “Don’t pan to me, pan to her. I want everyone to know Bella Stratford is my girlfriend!”
