Chapter 407

Teresa strutted into the horse field. Eleanor’s hand was balled into a tight fist

She watched as Teresa hopped onto a horse, quickly catching up to Bernard as if they were old friends.

Bernard slowed his horse, tuming as Teresa directed him to look towards Eleanor, who was sitting in the rest area.

Teresa and Bemard looked well–matched on their horses, while Eleanor, who couldn’t ride, was stuck watching from a distance.

Despair washed over Eleanor. Coming from a lower–class background, learning these high–society skills was always going to be an uphill battle.

Despite having just snapped back at Teresa, Eleanor was still feeling a pang of inferiority deep down. So, she averted her gaze and started heading towards the changing room.

Teresa said to Bernard, “Bernard, Ms. Shultz is acting high and mighty just because you’re on her back. Don’t you think you should do something about it?”

Bemard glanced at Eleanor and, from his saddle, he pulled a thin whip, and with a swift motion, he lashed it at the rear of Teresa’s horse

The horse reared up with a painful whinny and bolted around the track like a bat out of hell.

thrown off, but she ended

white horse with his shades

gentle with Eleanor, but so icy towards her? If her riding skills

horse around, and

seeing him suddenly angry, turned their backs

Didn’t they know Bernard couldn’t stand her since school?”

always been chummy with

Leo reigned his horse back and slipped away, trying

out of the changing room when she saw Bernard heading her wiry.

off his sunglasses and asked Eleanor, “are you tired,

she could answer, Bernard said, “Wait for

the changing room. As he did so, the

his friends and led Eleanor

reached the door, a woman wearing a white feathered mask appeared.

mask covered only her eyes, giving her the look of someone who had just come from a masquerade

the mask, but the face beneath it.

had already thought Sophie and Teresa were the epitome of

her seemed

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