What She Rides
On my birthday, Hazel Mosley posts about preparing a surprise for me that night on social media. However, I see a photo of her taken that afternoon.
She is riding a horse with her assistant, Cecil Wilcox. In the photo, her clothes are fluttering, revealing red finger marks on her waist.
Cecil's caption read, "My first ever experience is thanks to her."
The comments section is full of teasing remarks.
"You've got bold intentions, young man."
"That position is hard to maneuver."
Unbelievably, Hazel likes that comment.
My heart sinks to my stomach. I always think she's just more open with me, but I never expect that it could be anyone.
I personally wash the horse to wipe away every trace of intimacy. Then, I transfer the entire ranch to her.
"You can give the rest of the horses to whoever you want. Feel free to pick."
Looking at how overjoyed she is, I agree to the marriage arranged by my family.