On the renowned racetrack of Turner Ranch, Iris held the reins of the copper-colored three-year-old Arabian, commanding the horse expertly at the starting line. Smirking, she cast Hunter a side-glance. He mounted the beautiful black stallion after personally inspecting its tacks and confirming that everything was in the best condition.
With her heart pounding loudly against her chest, she scanned the thick crowd, watching them with eager eyes. Their enthusiasm fueled her excitement, making her beam from ear to ear. It had been so long since she had seen such a lively atmosphere with her as the center of it all. In fact, she could no longer recall the last time she experienced that intense anticipation.
It’s been ages!
Iris felt like she was indeed a star in the broad daylight, receiving
