usive Sterling Equestrian

, had dared to show her face, hop

was

to book a prime slot

looking uncomfortable as I approached. "But yo

nd. "Adjusted? Wh

access is now limited to the public trails. And

ted with rage.

erships to ensure active, contributing member

ables. Daisy was a sweet girl, a genuine friend, and I' d recently ta

, grabbing Daisy's arm. "She's a v

oked fri

ow of stalls. "Actually, Savy

ed, relea

my voice cold. "Or you'll find your access to even the public t

ned every door in Texas. Being bl

't dare," s

id, my eyes lo

ring under her breath

th wide, grateful eye

her you again,

and her subsequent humiliation spread l

had suffered Savy's subtle manipula

e spills on her designer bags, the sudden unavailability of her

rable, complained tearful

e, Uncle Hamilton, Aunt Victor

Savy has always been prone to exaggeration. Unless she has concrete evidence of my

t long ago, arched an eyebrow. "Indeed, Savanna

ess you can show us who did what, sp

s own manipulations, her lies, her attempts

front, temporarily withdrew from the social sc

plot. I