"You look beautiful, baby. Are you nervous?"
Tessa adjusted the gorgeous skating ensemble she was
wearing, knowing it was the most elegant performance cos-
tume she'd ever owned. The bright red was bold, and the el-
egant gold embellishments were classic. She was wearing her
favorite tan custom skates to complement the outfit.
She smiled at Micah. "Surprisingly, I'm not at all. I use
the atmosphere feels normal to me." She stopped as she fin-
gered her bracelet. "I wonder if I should take this off."
The jewelry was delicate, and wouldn't interfere with her
skating. But she didn't want to lose it.
"Leave it. It has a strong safety clasp, and I'll buy you
something else if it falls off."
Since she loved the comforting feeling of knowing she was
wearing something Micah had given her, she left it on. But she
wasn't as nonchalant as he was at the thought of losing it. "It's
almost time."
Earlier in the week, Micah had managed to get her ice time
at the same stadium they were in right now. It had given her
an opportunity to keep running through her routine. She was
nowhere near the Olympic-Champion-level skater she'd been
almost a decade ago, but she was also older, pretty much over
the hill for a female figure skater. She smiled, knowing that
for an old lady figure skater, she could pull off a respectable
performance.
The last several days hadn't been all practice. Once they'd
finally gotten out of bed, Micah had taken her to see the sights:
the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and the 9/11
Memorial had been their first stop, Micah teasingly saying he
felt like a tourist instead of an actual New Yorker. She'd let him
feed her junk food from some of his favorite places to eat the
most memorable were Coney dogs from a street vendor.
In so many ways, it had been a magical week. Not only had
she enjoyed her trip to New York immensely, but she'd been
able to share all of those things with Micah.
"Ready?" he asked, looking more nervous than she was.
She reached for his hand and nodded, but she'd been
the existence of the small preparation room.
She couldn't hear the madness of the crowd as they ap-
preached the area where she'd wait her turn, but she knew it
YOU ARE READING
The Billionaire's Voice
Novela JuvenilAfter a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan Sinclair likes his life orderly and controlled. he rarely gives in to spontaneous urges--until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery woman who sounds like his complete opposite. She intrigue...
