Prologue

Prologue

            Carina splashed cold water on her face. She hastily ripped a sheet from a paper towel roll and wiped her blotchy face with the coarse brown material. She glanced at the mirror, her sweaty round face and frazzled red hair clashing with dull yellow light of the courthouse restroom.

            Trying to rub away the pinkness of her cheeks, she withdrew the thermometer from under her arm and glanced at it. Her heart sank. 37.7 ºC.

It was the trial of her life, and she was about to start it with a fever. She closed her eyes and a sickly shiver went down spine. Did it have to be today of all days? She had felt the sickness creeping for days to come, but she had dismissed it as just nerves. Now she was going to make a fool of herself on local and national television, the only female lawyer to go to trial flushed before she opened her mouth.

            She could hear the buzzing voices behind her grow louder as the trial time grew closer.

            She cringed and wrung the paper towel between her hands. There was nothing more she could do.

            She took a deep breath, threw the used towel into the bin, and walked out briskly with her high-heeled shoes clacking against the hard floor.

            The show must go on.

Reviews

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This feels very vivid with the vocabulary and sentence structure you used. It was striking and a bit confusing in the beginning as to why she was so flustered (which is good). I must say, I didn't expect it to be like this and I'm glad I read it. I hope you continue on writing this book.
-Rae

[Myrmidon]

This definitely sparks up a strange interest in what exactly is going to happen next. i can see you already have 2 chapters out and i will be reading them. your description is nice and the explanation of how she feels is nice n vivid. keep it up!

[Tai Ryens]

Intense start, your vocabulary is skilled and I haven't spotted any grammatical errors. Well done, I look forward to read more.