Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Chapter 351 A Woman Possessed

Geeze, is she ever gonna get tired of this?” Sophie said, wrapping her arms around her shivering body.

Ronnie shook his head. “Doesn’t look like it,” he said as they watched Cassandra race passed them yet again. “She’s kinda good.”

This was a slight understatement. For the third hour out on the ice in the blistering cold, Cassandra tirelessly twirled and spun in tight circles until you’d think she’d be too dizzy to stand. She shot forward so fast down the entire length of the rink as if the devil himself were after her. Then she’d gracefully weave in and out of slower skaters then skate backwards while everyone stared in astonishment. She even did a couple of small, but nicely executed jumps.

“She looks like a woman possessed or something,” Sophie said, sounding worried.

“She looks like an Olympic contender,” Ronnie said, obviously impressed, cheering and clapping for Cassandra every time she was close enough to hear, although it didn't seem she heard anything.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Chapter 350 Tell Us How You Really Feel

So, umwhatcha think? Simon asked, leading the way out of the theater and into the cold street of NYC.

Ronnie made a derisive sound while Sophie said, Dont see what the big deal is. I mean, it was okay, but nothing to go cray-cray over. How many standing ovations were there? Like ten? Gimme a break.

It sucked, Ronnie said, mincing no words.

Cassandra? Simon asked.

Uhit was okay, I guess, she said shrugging. Im not really in the mood to like anything right now.

Theres nothing to like, Ronnie said.

Monday, March 5, 2018

Chapter 349 Will you marry me

Victor stood up as Violet approached, which she wished he wouldnt have done. She always got such a crick in the neck when she had to look up at him for any length of time, so she knew it would be ten times worse when she went down on bended knee. Actually, on second thought, she didnt think that was a very good ideamight give him the wrong impression of her intentions. After all, he was a man and any woman kneeling in front of him surely would bring visions of a certain White House internahem.

May we sit, please? she said, her voice coming out in a raspy squeak.

Of course, he said, retaking his seat.