It was a sunny day, the normal rainy and dreary weather of England was gone today...today was the time for Ascot, a globally recognized event.
“So you do like riding horses?” Alice would ask him, a small grin on her face as she looked at him. Today, she wore a white dress adorned with lace sleeves and mother of pearls. It made her braided hair look more golden, her eyes more bluer and her lips more red.
It was distracting to say the least.
Blake fought back shaking his head, remembering that she asked a question and instead half-smiled, “Not necessarily, but I do partake in horse riding as a sport and hobby every once and awhile.” He leaned close to her, “I do have to remind you though, we are not riding horses but watching the horses race while we bid.”
“I guess the common stereotype
