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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Opal's pov
AS I TOOK A SEAT at the dinner table, my eyes scanned the table which was filled with different assortments of foods. My stomach growled and I licked my lips, nibbling at them a bit.
Ambrose and Florian sat at either side of me.
"I hope you guys enjoy the food, we told the chefs to surprise us." Agustine hummed.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I cut into the rotisserie chicken and served myself a slice of read along with the roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes, I poured gravy on them and grabbed a full roasted buttery corn.
My mouth watered as I stacked up my plate.
"Someone has a big appetite." Elioenai chuckled pouring himself a glass of blood.
Of course I have a big appetite I wasn't allowed to eat any good type of food for most of my life, I was starved.
That's what I would say but I just laughed like everyone else did.
I picked up my fork and went to town. I stabbed the food with my fork and stuffed my face like a maniac.
Florian grabbed the napkin that was wrapped in the silverware and placed it on my lap. He wiped the gravy off of the side of my lips and licked his thumb.
I gave him a small hum for a thanks and he patted my head.
Ambrose pinched my side and I smiled at him with a mouthful of food.
"Slowly, boy." He patted my thigh.
The authority made my back arch and I chewed much slower.
A small sigh caught my attention and I looked over to the side of the table to see Zeph tearing up as he clutched tightly to his silverware.
He was staring down at his plate which consisted of a small piece of chicken, a poor excuse for a serving of roasted vegetables and half a piece of bread.
It seemed as though Agustine and Elioenai was helping him eat off his plate while also feeding him stuff off their plate.
Even though they were helping him they perfectly maintained conversation with Ambrose and Florian.
His eyes flickered to mine and I jumped, looking at my plate. I stuffed my face once more out of nervousness.
"Slowly, darling." Florian reminds me of my chewing pace.
