LUCY WAS PRACTICALLY fuming by the time she had finished everything.
Gone were her moments of feeling bad about what she'd said.
No.
If anything, Elise needed to be put in her place.
She couldn't just turn on Lucy like this because Lucy had merely been doing what Harley had said—she had been trying to help.
But of course, it hadn't come off that way to Elise, who clearly thought that suggestions were an attack on her opinions.
Lucy had gotten a rag from the supply closet, and was running the fabric up and down the wooden railings of the second level, muttering under her breath the entire time, but she shut her mouth instantly when she noticed a rider enter the arena with a white horse.
She forgot I'm up here, didn't she, Lucy thought. She forgot she asked me to do the railings.
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