No!
Of course, she said no.
Again, Jules realized her attire did not suit the present activity. And she was not about to jump into that horse in her dress. That was not happening.
She could already imagine the worst thing that could happen. And she was not putting herself in that awkward and possibly embarrassing situation.
"No. I am not riding that thing in this dress." She adamantly refused, looking at the imposing horse once again.
Although she would admit to herself that she was curious, maybe slightly intrigued, about what it would be like to ride a horse.
However, she would not be riding that horse, not with her current outfit.
"I think I can help with your problem." A vision of a person on a horse appeared by the door.
Her feminine voice and her figure was the only thing that gave her the distinction that she was a woman, but she could hardly see the woman's face due to the bright light coming from behind her.
