NovelEnglishChapter 239
"Do you know how to ride?" Mia asked, gesturing toward the stable in the distance. "I can find you a gentle horse
and walk you around a few times. | promise you'll love it once you get the hang of it."
Horses roamed the stable—smunching on feed, ssnorting, while others kicked up dust as they pranced.
Angela's attention drifted to a group of socialites gathered outside the stable, picking out horses. Among them,
she recognized Shelley. She stood arm-in-arm with Elena, pointing at the different horses in the stable.
Shelley's voice was loud as she complained that one horse was too fat and another's coat too dull. Meanwhile,
Elena remained quiet and composed, though she occasionally glanced back at Angela, her expression
unreadable.
"Just findone that isn't too spirited. I'm not much of a rider," Angela said.
In truth, she was being modest. Growing up, she'd watched Tyler and Marie ride with ease and had picked up a
lot just by observing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAngela had even gone riding with friends from tto time. But that had been years ago, and she wasn't sure
how much of it she still remembered.
Mia led her to a small black horse. "This is Charcoal. He might seem sluggish, but he's actually quite steady."
Angela couldn't help but be amused. Most people named their horses something grand like Windchaser or
Snowhoof-names that carried a sense of elegance. But Mia? She'd simply named hers Charcoal.
"Charcoal, be good for me, alright?" Angela stroked the side of his face.
Charcoal snorted and blinked as if he understood.
"Con, Coalie." Mia took the reins, leading Charcoal onto the grassy field at an easy pace.
"Don't be afraid. Just hold on tight and keep your legs snug against his sides. He's gentle and won't let you
down."
As Mia looked up at Angela, her face was bathed in sunlight, giving her a warm golden radiance that was
especially striking.
Charcoal was gentle and moved with a steady gait as Mia had promised. Angela didn't take long to settle in, her
old skills returning to her.
She was about to tell Mia to step aside so they could race when a sweetly coy voice drifted over.
"Ms. Spencer, you're so sweet to Ms. Graham. Youre personally leading her horse and everything. Can you help
me, too? The horses here aren't like mine back home. They've got the worst tempers. It wouldn't end nicely for
you if | got thrown off, would it?"
It was Shelley. She wore a
red-and-white riding outfit, her high ponytail adding to her bold, attention-grabbing look. The mockery in her
tone was impossible to miss.
Before Mia could say a word, Angela scoffed. "Who do you think you are? Either ride or get lost."
Angela would have to be blind not to catch the scorn in Shelley's eyes and the unmistakable satisfaction lurking
in them.
Shelley's expression became
tically shocked. "My
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgoodness, Ms. Graham, what's that
supposed to mean? Ms. Spencer
can lead your horse, but not mine?
Or do you think she's your personal stablehand? That's rather_ demeaning, don't you think?"
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By now, a cluster of onlookers had gathered, relishing the unfolding .
Not far off, Dexter and Zayn were engrossed in conversation. They could see the tension brewing but were too
far away to catch the words.
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