Cassandra’s POV That following Saturday, the four of us showed up at the Continental cup, Stella and I donning large-brimmed hats.I’d never been to a horse race before. Neither had Stella. We were both very excited.“I can’t believe he bought you a fucking horse,” Stella said, her arm linked in mine. “I mean, come on. I love Cameron and all, but could Dillon BE any more perfect?”I giggled. Stella was right. Dillon was pretty perfect. I’d harbored fantasies of owning my own horse for an entire year after the visit that summer when I was twelve. Not only had Dillon remembered, he’d gone out and bought me a horse, just to make that fantasy come true.And not just any horse. A thorough bred, racing horse.“Which one is yours?” Stella asked as we approached the stands. All the horses were parading around the race track, the jockeys on their backs.“I’m actually not sure,” I said, turning to Dillon. “Which horse is mine?” Dillon pointed to a gorgeous horse with a deep brown c
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