With the manager gone, Fiona led the way into the building, assisted by the rhythmic click of her heels echoing against the polished floor. Behind her were Helen and Mason, who pulled his gaze from his watch to stare at Fiona leaning in to whisper something to Helen. she immediately lit up with a radiant smile and nodded enthusiastically, thrilled by whatever secret she had just shared. As they stepped into the expansive skating rink, with the door closing behind them, the familiar lyrics of the music reverberated through the air, creating an infectious energy that contrasted with the chill of the surroundings. Along the spacious bar table was a female staff member, skillfully carrying out her task without glancing in their direction. Mason smiled as he glanced around the environment, recollecting his first time inside the building; the space was filled with both professional and learning skaters who had their hearts in their mouths as they glided across it. Above the ground is a da

After much contemplation, Helen finally nodded her head. With a nervous expression, she locked hands with Fiona, who guided her toward the rink.“You're going to be fine,” Fiona reassured her. With a pounding heart, Helen's breath came out in quick puffs as she tried to steady herself with each tentative step. “Look at me.” Fiona pulled her gaze away from the ground, and as they locked eyes, Helen, unwilling to let Fiona go, tightened her grip and slowly glided across the room.In a matter of seconds, with Fiona gliding next to Helen, she develops the courage to glide solo, with her movement becoming more precise than before.“Mason, I'm doing it!” Helen exclaimed, her voice echoing across the expansive skating rink. She cast a glance over her shoulder toward her brother, who stood at the rink's edge, waving at her. “That’s my girl! I always knew you could do it,” he exclaimed, his voice brimming with pride as he watched her glide effortlessly across the surface.After a few rounds

“What?!” Fiona shrieked with a parted lip, echoing through the room. Everyone, including Helen, snapped their eyes in her direction. Caught off guard by the revelation, she staggered back with a pounding heart, but her instincts kicked in, allowing her to regain her balance with surprising agility. “Is this some kind of a joke?!” The incredulity in her voice was loud, laced with a mix of anger. She instinctively hunched her shoulders, which reflected her rising anxiety. She flicked her gaze from Mason to Cleopatra, whose lips parted in stunned silence, unable to find the words to respond. With a serious expression, Mason steps forward, closing the distance between them. “It is not a joke, Fiona,” he said in a calm tone that finally matched his demeanor. Fiona, still grappling with the overwhelming emotions swirling inside her, shook her head, refusing to accept the reality that loomed over them. Her eyes flickered with disbelief and denial, betraying her struggle to come to terms

Time flew by quickly, and the tension from the earlier part of the evening gradually transformed into a more lively atmosphere filled with laughter and chatter. The four figures who were now gliding gracefully across the smooth surface did so with a smile plastered across their lips, and with the help of Cleopatra and Fiona, Mason, who was a quick learner, mastered his balance, prompting him to skate solo.After a few more hours of laughter and fun, Mason and Helen bid their farewell to the girls, whose hearts were filled with warmth and shared moments. They exited the building and made their way towards the parking lot, which was filled with energy and surrounded by the sounds of laughter and cheerful chatter blending with the distant whir of rides.It was already evening, and the sun had begun to set, casting a golden hue over the park, illuminating the faces of families enjoying the last remnants of the day. With a bright smile, Helen paused for a moment, taking in the vibrant s

The next day dawned too early for Mason Williams, and the obnoxious sound made him squint his closed eyes.“What the hell!” Mason cursed with a groan, his voice muffled by the comfort of his blankets. The sounds of heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway jolted him from a sleep, and as he lay there, wishing to dissolve back into the warmth of his bed, the whispers from the other side of the door made it impossible."Why don't you knock on his door?" the unknown voice asked. The unknown voice said."Why should I do it?" Another voice asked."Because Mrs. Williams gave you an instruction," the first voice reminded, making the other groan softly.After a few seconds of contemplating, a soft knock came from the other side of the door, making Mason rub his sleepy eyes. He squinted at his alarm clock, and the harsh red numbers revealed the early hour of morning.He drifted his gaze towards the door, where he could still hear the contemplating voices, who he assumed were that of the houseke