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“It’s alright. Just follow my movements.” Nora slowly practiced her footing to get the motion of it. With trembling legs, she slipped once again, but Liam clasped her. “Just trust me, I won’t let you fall,” he promised, holding her hands. Relaxing her body, she moved around, being extra careful. At that moment, soft music played, and the lights turned into a shade of purple-pink, making the atmosphere extremely romantic. On the ice, clear and shiny, the two figures skating side by side, slowly yet clumsily.

December, 2009 Christmas music blared from the speakers strategically placed around the ice skating rink. No matter where one was skating--or in Memory Wilson’s case—falling, the festive sounds serenaded the perfect pirouette—or wipe out, as the case may be. Though her friends had been patient and tried to teach her, Memory was sure she’d just never get the hang of it. She’d come to the mall to buy a few last minute presents, not bust her behind on the ice, so she decided to watch from a nearby bench as Kathryn Rodgers and Rebekkah Stephens had fun whizzing past like naturals. Despite the ache in her hip, Memory laughed as they twirled each other around like ballerinas. Twisting her fingers

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

I state, and he hums in agreement, standing up and offering his arms for me to hold. Before exiting the greenhouse, uncle Leo begins to remove his black tuxedo jacket to cover my exposed shoulders from the snow-covered garden's low temperatures, but I stop him. I'm a December baby with an Ice mythical creature inside me. I can say 'the cold never bother me anyway'. A giggle escapes my lips as Elsa's song from the movie Frozen plays in my head, and we resume our steps through the frozen grounds up the stairs leading to the ballroom. Like a true gentleman, uncle Leo opens the french doors for me to step in first. I survey the room the moment we walk in, looking for Jessie, but spotting my pa

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

“We’re going skating first. The movie is in three hours.” “I haven’t skated in forever.” “Me too. So we’ll embarrass ourselves together. I'm super glad I've now got a partner.” She laughed. Dhe didn't know why, but somehow whatever he said sounded funny to her. The laughs came easy. She couldn't wait to get to know him better.

But I didn’t smile, I just lifted my stick once and skated off. There wasn't any need for that, no need at all. As I skate off, I heard Katrina screaming from the bleachers making me roll my eyes. “GO, BABY! THAT’S MY MAN!” I heard Xavier chuckle as he pulled off his helmet, sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes in a way that was annoyingly photogenic. He jogged toward her like some romantic movie hero. She met him halfway, throwing herself into his arms and kissing him right there in front of everyone like they were the star-crossed lovers in some cheesy movie.

I smiled and looped my hand through hers, pulling her out like a rom-com hero saving the damsel—but make it girl power. ~~~ Indoor Skating Hall Hazel looked around the skating rink, wide-eyed and confused like I’d taken her to an alien planet. “What are we doing here?” she asked. I smirked. “Obviously, we’re here to become Olympic figure skaters and win gold for the nation.”i said, my voice laced with sarcasm. She blinked. “But I don’t know how to skate. And we don’t even have skates—”

But Larissa had picked a song that was eerie and somber. A chilling intent permeated the air, engulfing the arena in an atmosphere of warfare and ambush, gripping everyone's hearts tightly. All eyes turned to the woman in the skating rink. Ambrose's gaze was fixed on her, unwilling to look away even for a moment. Larissa had styled her hair into a bun, revealing her slender neck and delicate, fair face. She stood quietly on the ice, exuding a sense of solemn purity. As the chilling music played, Larissa began to dance gracefully, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Elegant and beautiful, yet with an unyielding strength.

“Did Rosie put you up to this?” “Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Colton was definitely holding back his smile, “Happy February fourteenth, princess,” He leaned down to capture her lips and Sierra was smiling through the kiss. Those were the words she said to Rosie earlier. Rosie must’ve told Colton about it and he came up with this plan. Maybe Rosie even went through her laptop when she was showering and saw that she was searching for fun couple activities. Ice skating was on the top of the list. Now it all made sense.