The Bet

Silence. 

 

The only sound across the racetrack was the whistling of the wind. 

 

Vivian was fuming. That little beast had seemed so docile just moments ago—who knew it would have such a fiery temperament! 

 

To make matters worse, Selina was standing there mocking her. Vivian's face turned red, then white, humiliated like never before. 

 

"Vivian, are you hurt?" 

 

Dylan rushed to help her up, glaring venomously at the horse. 

 

"This beast dared to hurt you! I'll have someone kill it immediately to make it up to you!" 

 

The others quickly joined in, eager to appease Vivian. 

 

"Yes, yes, it's all the horse's fault. It's too temperamental to stay at the racetrack." 

 

"Vivian is someone of high status. It should have been an honor for the horse to carry her, and yet it acted so ungrateful."