"She won the game with 13. Youngest ever. Mary Kenner. Or better known as 'bloody Mary'. She is one of the capital's favorites. They see her as a sweet young woman. She's very kind and helpful, but some people say that she's insane."
"What's so spec...
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She had the feeling that her lungs were contracting further and further, and she could breathe less and less. She was nervous. Very much so. If she messed this up, she wouldn't stand a chance. The dress she was wearing represented the water. It was blue, her favorite color. The tulle almost suffocated her, but luckily it was more covered than last time.
"God, I'm so nervous." she sipped her lip and fiddled with the bow in her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. Any minute now, she'd have to get up and wait to be called. Speaking, in front of so many people. The thought alone made her nauseous.
Two warm hands placed themselves caringly on her shoulder. "You'll do great, sweetie." Arthur lightly dismissed her hands from her hair and dropped them to Mary's side. He straightened the bow again with a small smile and looked at Mary.
"But what if I say something wrong? What if I mess up? What if I break down? What if people don't like me? What if...," she babbled on without thinking. She was very, very scared. "You're going to rock it out there, Mary. Okay? Listen, you're a great, nice person. Everybody loves you. You need to be honest - you need to be great. Be yourself and everything will be fine. Make them love you the way you made us love you." Arthur pulled her into a small hug and wrapped his arms around her.
