Beatrice Da Ville had always considered herself a connoisseur of courtly events. Balls, banquets, and the occasional scandalous soirée were her usual haunts. But when an invitation arrived that morning, she found herself both intrigued and apprehensive.
Lila smirked as she adjusted the gloves on her hands. "I'm surprised you're willing to get back on a horse after your graceful fall recently."
Beatrice, already regretting her life choices, tightened her grip on the reins. "It wasn't graceful, it was a tactical miscalculation."
Lila raised an eyebrow. "Right. And when you tactically miscalculated straight onto the ground, did it hurt?"
"Oh, hilarious! Keep this up, and I'll push you off your horse just to even things out."
Lila snorted but said nothing else as they rode forward.
