“Are you here to test out Dove, sweetie?” A lady asks, a smile plastered on her face. I can’t explain why I feel so nervous today, it’s not like it’s my first time at the barn.
“Yes.” I whisper, my voice hoarse. I feel out of place. Everyone on this side of the stables is wearing fancy clothes, new boots, and shiny helmets, whereas I’m stuck with my old pants, a random shirt, boots that hardly fit anym...
