Raphael
“How about a riding lesson?”
The question hung in the air between us but even as she took her time to answer I knew what it’d be. I had seen her in the stables, talking to the horses. The twinkles in her eyes and the soft way she whispered to them, speaking to them like she’d a person. It was the same as she interacted with the dogs. I have come to a conclusion that Miss Amelie Sinclair, nah... She wasn’t a miss anymore, Mrs Amelie Wolfe— that suited her better than her former name, she was much open to the animals around her than she was to humans. She was most herself when she roamed around the gardens than she was inside the house. She was a creature of nature. And she likes to be free.
So, I was enticing her with something that I knew she wouldn’t refuse. A riding lesson. By
