Victoria P.O.V
“Perhaps you should pull out of the end-of-year competition, Bella."
Victoria stops in the middle of the large ice-skating arena parking lot and looks at her mother in exasperation. “What? Why?"
Elina stops a few steps in front of Victoria. The big white shoulder bag she's been clenching with both hands over knees stays frozen in place when she turns to face her daughter. Richard continues walking before he stops three car spots away, hardened gaze surveying the area non-stop.
“There's just a lot going on within the family, Bella. And you need to focus on the Lady Fortuna Firm as well," she answers softly with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw. Victoria sees the way her fingers fumble on the handle of her white bag. They haven't stopped since leaving the house.
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