ELENA
“It is what it looks like. Rosa and I are about to have a race on the field,” I say in a matter-of-fact tone. He scowls and mumbles something inaudible.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Elena. Get down from the horse before you hurt yourself,” he warns. Hearing his dismissive tone stirs up this annoyance in me. Why does he think that all of a sudden his words will mean something to me?
“Are you getting cold feet?”
Rosa c***s her brow at my statement.
“Aren’t you tired of men thinking they can tell women what to do and how to do what they want to do?” I roll my eyes at the frown that plasters across Drake’s face. His lips break apart, gaping in what I believe is shock or surprise.
Rosa chuckles, nodding her head. “I never thought a day would come when I would agree with you.” She smiles,
