Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
I LOOKED AT THE ASSORTMENT of bouquets lying around the greenhouse, I had to pick the flowers for the wedding. I still couldn't get used to the word it made me feel... nervous, excited, and nauseous. I knew lots of people would be looking at me and that scared me the absolute most, eyes on me... smile I couldn't tell were fake or not.
The athletic industry was full of fake people, fake smiles, fake compliments, and fake friendships. I've seen the most of it in the figure skating community. Skating partners pretending to like one another just for the top shiny brand-new medal despite their year's worth of partnership.
It was insane.
Bell was insane, so freaking insane. But she made me win, she built a competitor, one who did anything for number one. Bronze wasn't enough for her, silver pissed her off and gold got me anything I wanted but friends. Alex was probably my only friend and I lost him so quickly.
"You've been staring in the distance." Salia grabbed my shoulder making me jump a bit. I gasped a bit frightened but evened out. I grabbed a random bouquet and smelled them. "Lovely, honestly! They are all beautiful." I spoke.
Salia nodded, she looked unsure but followed along. "You've said that three times about the same bouquet, Opal." She sighed.
I swallowed hard and set the flowers back where they belonged. "I don't know how I'm going to do this, the crowd, the people, the vows! What color? What fabric? What scent? What cake flavor? Do I like dark chocolate? Do I like white chocolate? I feel like everyone doesn't know that I'm truly living my life for the first time without being guided and forced constantly!"
Servants stopped around me and they looked, my face heated and I blinked, then blinked again and ran out of the greenhouse. I couldn't do it.
I was used to running, running kept me safe and out of trouble but how would I react when the kings came to me and mentioned a tantrum I had in the greenhouse while planning our wedding?! Everything was happening so soon and I was beyond stressed.
I was sprung out and craving at least one alcoholic beverage or something to make me feel like I've grown from my trauma. Maybe to me feel like I'm an adult!
My loafer buckle got caught in the small vines as I walked towards the palace. I kicked the shoe off and stomped into the cold airy place.
I know I couldn't do it! It was impossible. To have people look up to me? I know... I know it's annoying to constantly whine and complain but how could I not?
Would the time just slow down for me?
Please?
I marched into the kitchen of the palace, slightly off balance because of my shoes. I let out a sigh and kicked the other shoe off.
