A Dangerous Scandal

new beginning

chapter one || moira sokolov

I'm here.

But, what am I supposed to do now?

I'm standing in my dorm, and it's so different from when I was at home. It's quiet—so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat echo throughout the rather large space.

I'm attending SilverHill Academy, a boarding school in England. A much bigger difference because I'm from New York.

I find myself asking myself if I made the right choice. Should I have stayed back home with my family, but feel depressed and such a burden in people's lives? Or should I stay in England and try to make a better life for myself?

Back home, in New York, everyone knew who I was. My family owns several businesses, hotels, restaurants, clubs, etc. And my father put a lot of pressure on me, expecting these expectations from me.

And that is what drove me to alcohol, sleeping with men, drugs, partying, etc. That was the lowest point in my life. My boyfriend, who is now my ex, Elio Black, was also very toxic back then.

He played a part in the drugs, alcohol and just messing with my head.

So, I decided I had to move. Right away.

New York is a place that's not good for me. So I begged my father, Ralph Sokolov, if I could move and he eventually gave in after some convincing.

I thought afterwards I'd leave, I'd be somehow happy. But right now, I just feel alone. Sad. And distanced.

Taking a breath in, I glance over at the body sized mirror hung to the wall. My green eyes look back at me, and I start to trail along my features. Lightly tanned skin, light brown layered hair that stops underneath my boob, thin dark eyebrows. Full plump lips, and when I smile, I have dimples.

I was wearing black knee high boots, a black mini skirt, and a winter jacket that was brown with fur linings. I wore a black top underneath. Pairing the outfit with a prada shoulder bag that was brown.

Earlier before I went on the plane, I had my hair blowdried and styled into a bouncy blowout, and they've slightly dropped out, but it looks like a 90s blowout.

I'm soon heading out the door and down the hallway, my heels clicking. Entering the lift to descend down the floors, I arrive at the loft. It was empty, probably since everyone was in class.

I exit the building, the cold breeze nipping at my skin. My hair gets tangled with the air, dancing behind me.

The campus was beautiful and modern. SilverHill Academy is one of the most prestigious boarding schools in England, many super privileged teenagers attend here.

I'm studying fashion.

I've always loved the idea of creating my own brand, people wearing my clothes. But I've always wanted to travel around the world.

Walking into the main building, I arrive at the reception where a female sits behind the desk. "Can I help you with anything?".

"Yes," I smile, "I need my schedule, please."

She smiles, her big black glasses falling down her nose. She had hazel eyes and cherry coloured hair—she was beautiful.

"Your name?" She asks.

"Moira Sokolov."

She nods and slightly turns towards her keyboard and starts to type my name into the system I assume. A few seconds later the printing machine behind her starts to print a piece of paper.