"Why are you staying so far away? Get closer. When did the horsemanship of the Seymour Family become so degraded?" A woman was surrounded in the middle, watching everything in the horse arena like it was a clown performance.
Melody Thorne's gaze fell on the woman. She strode into the arena, snatched the horse from the servant's hands, and mounted it.
"Miss," the person tried to grab the horse, "this isn't one that just anyone can ride. It's very wild; only men can ride it."
"Get out of my way," Melody tightened the reins and rushed toward the woman in the center, cracking sunflower seeds. Anger was burning away her rationality, along with all her suppressed emotions from the past few days.
Stella Seymour turned her head. A horse galloped ferociously towards them, with a posture as if it would trample them over. The expressions of the people around changed instantly.
"Stop," Stella Seymour shouted, pointing at Melody Thorne's horse.
