Princess Anabelle POV
The race was about to start and my husband is yet to enter the slot allotted to him.
"Where is your husband?" asks my friend, who was sitting beside me.
I was about to reply when I find him entering his given slot. He was looking magnificent, sitting on top of the black stallion. The horse is a beast and huge. I hope my husband wins it. But why the sudden change of mood when I asked about the horse race being his favorite sport?
"There he is" I point to her.
"Wow, he looks handsome hunk" says my friend Tori with an awe voice.
I turn to face her and raise my eyebrows at her reaction "close your mouth. He is already taken" I grin at her.
"I know that" she retorts by sticking her tongue out at me in childish manner.
"Behave. We have company around us" I reprimand
