Chelsea

Chelsea Hayden lived the charmed life in the heart of Manhattan. She was following in her mother's social climbing footsteps until it became clear that she was different. A touch of Chelsea's hand could turn her life upside down. So she's sent to live with her Aunt Trish to try to unravel the mystery. But will it be too late for Chelsea and her goals, or will the gloves come off?

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1. Prologue

“You want to know about…my life?” I asked. Sweat beaded on my forehead threatening to destroy my makeup. The interviewer, a tall and leggy blonde, looked at me with a welcoming smile on her face. Multiple cameras were pointed at me. I imagined that thousands, if not millions, of people were watching this interview waiting on the dumb, tongue-tied chick to answer the question already. The problem was that I didn’t know how to answer the question. I smiled nervously and picked at the elbow length gloves that adorned my hands.

“You have a very interesting life, Chelsea.” Her voice was sweet as honey. In a gesture of assurance, she reached over and placed her hand on my arm.

“I suppose you could say that.”

I tried to focus on the scenery behind her. The bustling streets of Manhattan never failed to calm me. All the activity kept my mind at ease. I really wasn’t that different, was I? A quick glance down at the gloves told me that wasn’t true. They were pretty, though. Ivory colored, they went perfectly with the pale pink dress I was wearing. Kids at school told me I looked like royalty when I wore these. The thought made me chuckle.

“Can you take the gloves off; maybe give us a glimpse of the hands that have captured everyone’s attention?” My heart started beating out of my chest. Take them off? Was she insane?

“They’re just hands, it’s not like they’re gold or anything. Nothing special.” I snapped. I laced my fingers together. How did my hands manage to make national headlines? Especially when they did nothing good. Nothing good ever came from taking the gloves off.

“Maybe to humor us?” my interviewer pressed.

“There’s nothing humorous about everyone hating you.” I choked. It was true, and this is where my life begins to end. 

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