The ladies each picked their favorite horses, and Amelia Clarke, not knowing any better, casually chose a white one.
With the help of the staff, she mounted the horse, which ambled forward slowly, stopping every few steps to nibble at some grass. Holding the horse whip in her hand, she dared not use it and was thus leisurely led forward by the horse.
It really wasn't difficult at all.
But neither was it particularly enjoyable.
The rest of the ladies had already sped ahead on their horses, looking rather dashing and valiant.
At that moment,
more people arrived at the horse ranch.
Amelia had not gone far and looked back, pausing in surprise.
She actually recognized them.
Serene Abel.
And Effie Wilson was with her.
She didn't recognize the others.
Serene Abel saw her too but did not seem surprised at all. Her eyes, deep and serious, watched Amelia, and after mounting her horse, she rode straight towards her.
She looked very skilled.
