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We wake at the butt c***k of dawn for our first trial. I barely have time to apply foundation, cover-up, mascara, a bit of eyeshadow, and a dab of lip gloss. But my outfit looks fierce. Another dress I never thought I’d wear.
As we near the horse barn, I’m overwhelmed with stinky animal smells. It occurs to me that wearing Versace to a stable doesn’t make much sense. After a moment of thought, I change into studded leather leggings and high heeled riding boots. There’s no mirror nearby, but I don’t need it to know I look fierce.
Everyone else looks like they chose whatever they’re most comfortable in—mostly athletic wear. Except for Alaric who has on another polo shirt and a pair of perfectly pressed pants. Only Rada wears the uniform.
Athena eyes us. “While you’re here you will fol
