EPILOGUE
I WAITED IN the collecting ring, a few unruly butterflies unsettling my stomach. The last time I’d ridden in the European Championship Tour in Cannes it had changed my life.
I wasn’t anticipating such a dramatic outcome this year, but I quite fancied going home with a rosette.
My support crew was lined up along the fence, ready to cheer me on. Brandon and Lexi were there, with Lexi wearing a sparkly top from her new fashion line. Nurah stood next to her, clutching the trophy she’d won on Harley earlier in the day. It was her first, and I wasn’t sure she’d ever put it down. The professional photographer her father had hired hovered nearby, ready to capture every moment for the family album.
Alyssa was to her right, a grin plastered on her face. We might have moved out of the gu
