Clara’s POV
‘So how well do you know him?’ I asked Sam once we were settled down at a table in the competitors and grooms marquee. It was pretty busy in here but Sam had steered us to a corner spot once we’d got our drinks (him a vodka and coke, me just a coke).
He looked at me quizzically, head slightly to one side, ‘long enough.’
Great answer. ‘And Eliza…’
‘Yeah, I know her… she’s like him, posh wealthy family. And she’s a dressage rider too, a good one. Not to rub it in or anything but on paper she’s exactly what he should be going for.’
‘Does he like her?’
Sam let out a sigh. ‘Clara, Johannes has always said he despises his father and doesn’t want a life like his parents. As far as I know him and Eliza hooked up a few times but it never seemed to go anywhere; she seemed closer t
