reflection in the glass windows anytime I passed by, and I would wonder if Bryan saw more in me other than an

er, was a kind and ambitious girl, but she still had a lot to learn about caring for the horses

hay and moist earth. Our conversation played over and over again in my head and I wondered if there was any mean

ferent worlds. I finally settled on the thought that I was a simple farm girl

r the door and standing outside was a corporately dressed man with a refined presence like the world he belonged to. He was a messeng

s. Tessy Dawn?". His tone was

sir," I replied in the c

Argol. He is requesting for someone to come to his equestrian facility to assist him train

main area. Training Bryan's horse was not just a job; it was an invitation to step into his life, even if it would be for a short time. But I

eyes grew wide with curiosity and something else I couldn't

what you do, and you are a very likable person". Her tone was low. It sound

p the task after reflecting for a long time. It was not just about training a horse, it was my chance to see the world I had always dreamt of. It was

an careful preparations for my journey. I went over the records and checked o

s sadness crept over her face. As I stepped out onto the streets, the sound of cars and pedestrians blended with t

that was far different from mine. I replayed the wo

s lawns were green and carefully maintained. Its stables were elegant. I cross-checked the address again to ensure that I wasn't in the wr

the animals, a bond that went beyond business. My days were busy and stressful. I buried my head in my work, try

mind replay my encounter with Bryan over and over and wonder if he also thought about me in his busy schedule. I was very sure of one