Millie traced the dimples of a golf ball in her palm, tucking it neatly into the pocket beneath her skirt, her tees lined up beside it—just in case. A good golfer is always prepared. She stepped up to the tee box, feet planted, skirt swishing just slightly as she took her stance. The course was quiet, the kind of quiet that came before something great. And when she swung, she knew—it wasn’t about hitting it perfectly every time. It was about being ready for whatever came next.