Cinderella's New York Christmas. Scarlet Wilson

      ‘Practically since I could breathe. I’m Austrian. It’s in my genes. The other day on the slopes? That was stupid of me. I lost my concentration. I never do that. Never.’

      The last time she’d lost her concentration it had cost her a chance at the gold medal. She’d been stupid. The effects had meant her whole world had come crashing down around her. And she’d spent the last year trying desperately to reach the same level she’d been at before. But it didn’t seem to matter how hard she practised, it was still out of her reach. The accident the other night had shaken her more than she could admit. If Leo hadn’t been there to help her, then distract her...