Page 1 of Shining Through

CHAPTER ONE

“Flawless.”

The hairstylist forGood Day U.S.A!cupped her hands beneath Tabitha Turner’s sleek, straight hair. Like so much else in Tabitha’s life, it was golden, perfect and completely manufactured.

“You’ve done a wonderful job.” Tabitha flicked her tongue across lips the precise ruby shade as her fingernails. As a champion figure skater, she’d been groomed from childhood to know perfect was the only description that mattered. “Thank you.”

The stylist shrugged off the compliment, though her smile showed it pleased her. “It’s easy when I start with a beautiful client. Everyone’s so psyched to see you win gold in Grenoble.”

In the chair beside Tabitha’s, Mia Lang shifted her gaze over, then back. The chill was palpable. Here was one person not psyched to see Tabitha win gold in Grenoble.

“The Winter Games are still six months off,” Tabitha said. “First, I need a winning season. But the support of the great people I’ve met means so much.”

The words rolled easily off her tongue, and though they were true, she’d said them so often that she wondered if anyone believed her.

“Well, everyone I know is pulling for you. You’ve worked so hard for it. Not that you haven’t,” she added with a nod at Mia. She glanced at the girl who sat alone in the back of the room, waiting her turn in the chair. “Or you, Antoinette! Boy, everyone here is so proud to watch a hometown girl make her debut this weekend as a top-level figure skater!”

“Actually, it’s my second season skating at senior level,” Antoinette said. “But it’s my first year competing in the International Series, so I am excited about that.”

Her cool tone suggested this wasn’t the first time she was dismissed as an afterthought. Tabitha knew the feeling all too well. It had been the fuel that propelled her from obscurity to the top of her sport.

Mia smoothed her hand over her already perfect dark hair and beamed with the easy confidence that came with being the latest phenom. “Hey, we get it. Tabitha’s the queen and we’re the princesses. But don’t count us out.”

Tabitha definitely wasn’t.

The stylist added a heavy layer of hairspray to subdue Tabitha’s natural waves under the melting heat of TV studio lights. The assistant show-runner bustled into the dressing room. Cleavon Riggs raised his hand to his forehead in a comically over-the-top swoon, before belting out the opening line of “Isn’t She Lovely?” His Stevie Wonder impression was heavy on the falsetto. “They both look fabulous! You two can come with me while Annette takes her turn in the chair.”

“It’s Antoinette.” The girl rose from her seat and approached Tabitha’s chair. “But you’ll know my name soon enough.”

Tabitha pushed her face into a bright confident smile. She hadn’t become one of the top figure skaters in the world by worrying about who was nipping at her heels. The stylist removed the plastic cape covering her clothes, and Tabitha stood, smoothing her off-the-shoulder red silk t-shirt and skin-tight True Religion jeans. A red and lavender scarf and lavender stilettos balanced elegant and trendy. But not too trendy. No one would suspect she’d paid less than a hundred bucks for the entire outfit at the West Hollywood Goodwill. She tossed her hair against her shoulders and gave Cleavon a serene smile. “I’m ready.”

Cleavon directed Tabitha and Mia through the maze-like corridors to the sound stage. “I assume your coaches and your agents have briefed you on the interview topics?”

Tabitha nodded. “First, they’ll ask what we’re doing to prepare for the season, then we’ll talk about how excited we are to compete this weekend at Star Spangled Skate.”

“Be sure to mention how close all of you girls are,” Cleavon added.

Girls.The word set her teeth on edge. Tabitha was twenty-three, a woman trying to compete in a sport dominated by teenagers like Mia, who’d enjoyed advantages she never had. Teenagers who weren’t staring down the barrel of their final season and their last chance to fulfill a dream.

Mia laughed. “Never mind that seven of us are competing to be the three who skate in Grenoble.”

“Eight, counting Antoinette,” Tabitha added. “But it never comes up at all at our weekly slumber and pedicure parties.”

Where had that come from? The snarky comment sounded like something her sister Samara might say. Mia gaped, either with shock or amusement, Tabitha wasn’t sure. Cleavon blinked; alarmed that he might have missed a fascinating interview topic. “You have those?”

“We’re spread out all over the country,” Mia responded. “It’s a little hard to get together.”

They reached the brightly lit studio, where two sleek, orange couches sat before a backdrop that suggested a window looking out onto the Chicago skyline. Majestic buildings gleamed against the cloudless blue sky of a perfect late September day. Techs bustled around, adjusting lights and the lapel mics worn by the show’s hosts. An exuberant voice greeted them.

“All rightie! Whooooo’s next?” Peter Flanagan approached, rubbing his hands together. His trademark paisley bowtie added a jaunty note to his conservative dark gray suit. “Oh goodness, don’t you look amazing! And tall!” In her four inch heels, Tabitha was the same height as her coach. He turned to Cleavon. “I knew she would be a tall one, but such lines. Such beautiful, beautiful lines. If I know one thing, it’s how to spot skating talent! Have I ever said that?”

“A time or two,” Tabitha said fondly. Peter had his quirks, but he’d taken her into his coaching group when she was fifteen, after every other top coach had written her off as too old. In the eight years since, he’d never given up on her. “And it will be our year, right?”

“Absolutely, my dear. Absolutely.”

“Tabitha, dear. Lovely to see you again,” said Claudia Davis, Mia’s coach.

“Lovely to see you too.” Tabitha returned the air kiss and social hug of one of the coaches who’d passed on her. Claudia moved onto Antoinette and her coach.

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