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The thing about us hopeless romantics is that it doesn't take much for our alarm bells to ring and our red flags to fly around a potential mate. We smell romance the way a shark smells blood in the ocean, we don't need much to catch it, all we need is a clue.

Gabriela is sitting in a chair on top of one of the royal white horses. After hours of being confined inside the royal carriage, she decided to ride a horse for a change. She is risky because she leaves her out in the open, making it difficult for everyone to protect her, but she is a stubborn girl. Even though everyone tried to reason with her she almost made everyone lag behind and did what she wanted anyway. But watching her now, sitting confidently and proudly on her horse, I see it: a soft touch of her hand as the stable boy hands her the reins and a persistent gaze between them.

"Oh my God"

"What?" Travis whispers to me again.

"That is!"

"Who?"

"The mystery man!"

"Where?"

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