Chapter 2 of Where We Begin. I put up my character/clothing list.

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"Hello?" Zoe asked, picking up her phone as she glided along backwards.

"Zoe?"

"Hey! Gigi! You'll never guess what's happened."

"You're coming back to New York?" the bubbly party planner guessed incorrectly. Zoe rolled her, unable to wipe the huge grin from her face.

"Nope. Guess what I'm doing right now." The doctor could practically hear her friend thinking over the phone.

"Sweating? Looking over guys who have a perfect six-pack from lifting hay? Flirting with a certain bartender?" Zoe laughed, coming to a stop.

"Nope, none of the above."

"I'm ice skating! It's snowing here. There's about a foot of snow after a big storm last night." She could almost see Gigi's face change to disbelief, despite being a thousand miles away. She knew her friend well, too well.

"You're making that up!" the other girl exclaimed, "There's no way it's snowing there. How could you ice skate? The ice would be too thin to skate. You can cook steak on the counter top without turning on the stove there. Could you come up with a less obvious lie?"

"I'm not lying. The ice is really frozen solid. It's like the lake froze from the bottom up. Why don't you come down for New Years and see? It should still be here by then."

"Are you kidding? New Years is one of the biggest party nights of the year!" Gigi screeched, sounding absolutely outraged, "You can expect me and Roxana January 2."

A loud ringing interrupted Zoe's thoughts a short while later, "Hey, Zoe…" the voice from the other end said, "We have a major problemo."

"What is it, Roxana?" Zoe asked one of her New Yorker friends.

"We are going to have no one opening the club Monday!" the other New Yorker freaked, "I'm going to be there with you, Gigi is going to be there. What are we supposed to do with the club?"

"Close it up for the week? Get your sister and cousin to club sit?" Roxana's cousin, Viviana, was lovely, just like the two sisters. She spoke with a crisp Spanish accent from living primarily in Spain and spoke English rapidly, faster than Zoe did. She ran a website that gave advice to people traveling to foreign and exotic countries, telling them the must see sites after going there herself. Every year, she'd visit her cousins living in New York and bring back each girl a gift from wherever she lived that year. She could almost imagine the darker haired Roxana bouncing up and down, excited about that idea.

"Oh Zoe, I love you! You are brilliant, completely brilliant!" the girl on the other end squealed, "Wait, Viviana said she would come straight to Bluebell. She said she wanted to see 'a cute little town like that'. So she'll be there soon. I'll see you next week!" The black haired girl had hung up before she had a chance to say goodbye. Zoe laughed quietly. Her friend was a little bit of an airhead at times.

Her, Roxana, and Gigi owned a nightclub in the meatpacking district. They had bought the building during college at a phenomenal price, and had Roxana's dad, who worked in construction, tear everything out of the building. Soon, Nacht, the Dutch word for 'night' was a high-class club with apartments above it, Zoe's, Gigi's, and Roxana's.

Dutch had been Zoe's second language. Her mother and the man she had thought her whole life to be her father were Dutch immigrants. They anglicized their names after Zoe's accident, to avoid press on just why exactly she had quit. After all, she placed fourth in the Olympics. In the 2002 Winter Olympics, she could compete again and do better. That was the question everyone wanted to know: why had she quit?

Nobody, other than Gigi, Roxana, and her family, knew about her accident as they now called it. She had been unable to walk for months. That when she really cultivated her passion of being a doctor. Zonne Reinhardt no longer existed in her mind.

"Hi, how can I help you?" the receptionist asked Candice Hart as she walked into the hospital.

"I need to see Dr. Will Hart. Now," Candice demanded.

"Ma'am, he's in the middle of a surgery. Please fill out this form and take a seat in our waiting room." Candice turned from the counter, leaving the form behind as she walked up to the elevator and stepped inside as the doors opened, ignoring the receptionist's protests. Another doctor walked in.

"Hello, Mrs. Hart, what a surprise!" the man exclaimed, "What can I do for you?"

"I need to see my husband," she told the doctor, "It's about Zoe." The man nodded, pressing a floor on the panel.

"I'll take you to him. Is Zoe all right? I know everyone is really curious about where she's at now. How is she doing?"

"Well, she may be doing fine right now, but I am going to kill her," Candice told him tensely. She moved from the elevator car as it came to a stop.

"He's in 406!" the doctor called after her. She nodded and moved towards the room. It was only some pesky nurse that kept her from going into the operation room.

"Candice?" she heard her husband ask as he came out, "Is everything alright?" The blonde shook her head.

"Can we go somewhere private?" her husband nodded, leading her off to a small room. "I just got a call from Gigi," she said in a hushed voice, "Zoe is figure skating again. In Bluebell, no less. Apparently there was some snow storm or something so she's able to skate."

"You're worried it will get out and people will connect the dots," William Hart said softly, watching his wife nod. He took her hand in his. "Then we'll go to Bluebell. Let me finish up here. You go pack. I'll put in vacation time and meet you at home and we'll go to the airport."

"I'm worried about her." William nodded, walking over to the window and glancing out.

"Go get ready. I get off at five today." She nodded and left.

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