Fiona’s POV
When I was two years old, my parents bought me a pony.
Her name was Dollop. She was brown. She was small. I probably rode in a Western saddle, and I probably had her somewhere between a year and two years. But a few months after I got her, I got a parrot named Red and a golden retriever named Liz. In between all the pets, I also got every game you could imagine, the finest clothes made for toddlers, and the most expensive nanny on the east coast.
I don’t remember much about Dollop. I can’t remember what I did with her, what I learned on her, or who taught me to ride. I don’t really even remember the ponies and horses that came after her. Valentino and Spellbound are the most recent ones, but they’re the same. In a few years, I’ll probably forget Spellbound, too, and if I
