IRIS
Humming to her favorite Beatle’s song, Iris held the steering wheel steadily as they descended the hill leading to the Campbell estate. It was Sunday and she was traveling with Morgan and Bella to return a horse she had finished training.
Having enough experience in her work, she patiently maneuvered the truck, careful not to make any unnecessary movements for the transportation vehicle to avoid stressing the horse. The Campbells owned a few hectares of land in Walford and the youngest son, Mason, was an equestrian enthusiast.
“I hope Mr Campbell is around today,” Morgan murmured from the back seat, looking over the window as she swayed her legs that did not touch the floor. Her eyes gleamed with excitement.
“Why is that, darling?” Bella asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Because
