Here’s an excerpt from MASQUERADE which hits stores tomorrow! Yaaay! đ
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MEET MY NEW BFFâJUDGE NELSON!
A SHINY, SILKY BLUE RIBBON GLEAMED FROM Whisperâs bridle. The judge whoâd pinned it there extended her hand to me. I shifted Whisperâs reins to one hand and read the judgeâs name badge. MS. NELSON. I leaned down and shook her hand. This did not feel real.
âCongratulations, Miss Towers,â Ms. Nelson said, smiling. The brunette in a navy suit had appeared so intimidating when Iâd ridden for her a short while ago. But now, I kind of wanted to crown her as my new BFF! She had given me a blue ribbon, after all.
âThank you, Ms. Nelson,â I said.
My head felt as though it was going to float away from my body and into the cloudless sky. I truly hadnât focused on a ribbon during my first class with Whisper. My goal had been to do our best. ClichĂ, but true.
That was New Laurenâa competitor who thought of riding well first and placing later. Old Lauren, pre-Canterwood Lauren, would have accepted the ribbon, added it to her collection, and started focusing on the next show. The next chance to win.
But today . . .
My first show since my almost career-ending accident at Red Oak Horse Trials.
My first competition as a Canterwood Crest Academy student.
My first time riding in front of judges on my own horse.
Whisper and I had tried our hardest and had given everything we had in the arenaâthat had been enough for me to be happy. The win was icing on a trĂs yummy carrot I planned to give Whisper later. A snort from a horse around me pulled me out of my thoughts.
âBlue looks good on you guys,â Lexa Reed said. Next to me, she had a red ribbon on Honorâs bridle. Lexa, a close friend, was also on Canterwoodâs intermediate riding team with her strawberry roan mare.
âThanks, Lex,â I said. âAnd congrats! Weâre so celebrating tonight!â
âUm, yeah.â Lexa smiled, doing a quick dance in the saddle. She glanced around as if looking to see if anyone saw. I tried to hold back a giggle, but it escaped from my lips. Lexa couldnât stop herself from dancing, and I felt as if Iâd had a little too much green tea.
The judges motioned for us to exit the arena. Lexa and I followed a girl on a black gelding whoâd come in third. Honor and Whisper had each set a hoof on the grass outside the arena when Lexa and I couldnât hold it in for another second.
âNumber one and two!â Lexa said. âSo awesome!â Her smile was bright against her mocha-colored skin. A quick surge of relief pumped through me. My mind had shifted back to Old Laurenâs for a moment, and Iâd worried that Lexa would be jealous of my win or mad that Iâd beaten her. But that wasnât Lexa. She was a true friend, and Lex was genuinely happy about our placements.
âWe showed everyone how Canterwood riders compete,â I added. âTo win!â
âYeah, we did.â Lexaâs happiness radiated to Honor, and the mare picked up on it. Her neck arched and she half pranced. Whisper, watching Honor, copied her. Her delicate gray head went high into the air as she lifted each hoof a little higher than necessary.
We walked the horses away from the arena and back to a quiet spot under a shady tree. The campus was swarming with riders from four area schools, but Lexa and I had been lucky enough to stake out a place to relax before our next class. Khloe, my other BFF and roomie, had been cheering us on from here, but she was gone.
âDid Khloe have a class?â I asked.
âDonât think so. Sheâll prob be right back. Or maybe sheâs off practicing, oh, a mean girl, or a
competitive girl, or some other persona she might need in her acting repertoire.â
Giggling, we dismounted and high-fived.
âHaving an actor for a BFF keeps things interesting,â I said.
Lexa nodded. âLife in Khloe Kinsellaâs circle is never boring.â
We turned our attention to the horses. I petted Whisperâs neck. âYou were the superstar, girl. I want to hug you like crazy, but we have trail class left. I donât want to mess up your braids or get covered in Whisper hair and lose points for appearance.â
Lexa kissed Honorâs muzzle. The beautiful strawberry roan mare squeezed her eyes shut, clearly enjoying the affection.
We loosened the horsesâ girths and gave them tiny sips of water from a shared yellow bucket. Mike and Doug, two of the stable grooms, were doling out water buckets to the competing horses.
Whisperâs gray coat was dry under her saddle pad, and she didnât show any signs of nerves from all of the action. She also didnât exhibit symptoms of fatigueâeither from stress or our class.
âI couldnât love you more,â I told Whisper. âYou treated that class like any old lesson. Wait till weâre done for the day.â
Whisper flicked an ear in my direction and lowered her trimmed, velvety muzzle into my hand. I kissed it and scratched under her forelock.
âLaur! Lex!â
We looked up and a blonde bounced up to us, leading a bay mare.
âAhhh! Congratulations again!â Khloe said. She ground tied Ever, who reached out her muzzle to say hello to Honor and Whisper. âIâm so glad that I got to watch you both get your ribbons.â
âThanks, KK,â I said. âIt feels like . . . I donât even know!â
âAwww,â Khloe said, winking at Lexa. âOur LT is in shock. Should we pour cold water on her?â
âLetâs not pour cold water on her,â I said, playing along. âLauren would have to retaliate in the middle of the night. Something involving glitter and glue, perhaps.â
Lexa took off her helmet, full-out laughing. âI kind of want this to happen so I can see whatever glitter idea you have!â She ran a hand over her curly black hair. It was in a chic low bunânot loose and down like Lex usually wore it. Natural reddish highlights made her dark skin look even prettier, and a single coat of mascara made her deep brown eyes look bigger.
Khloe shot Lex a pretend Iâm going to hurt you look. âIâd like to remain glitter and glue free, thank you very much. So Iâll skip the cold water.â
Khloeâs brown eyes had a playful look when they landed on me. She certainly didnât look like sheâd been up since four this morning. Her tan, freckle-free skin was sans makeup except for clear gloss. Weâd both woken instantly when the alarms had gone off hours ago. Adrenaline during show day wasnât something I could sleep through. If only it was that easy to wake up on school mornings!
âTruce?â I asked, tilting my head.
âTruce.â Khloe shook my hand, looking serious.
I unsnapped my black velvet-covered helmet and clipped it to Whisperâs saddle.
âHere comes someone for Lauren,â Lexa said in a singsong voice.
âWhat? Who?â
I turned. He headed our way. Drew Adams. An insta-smile came to my face. Drew and his blood bay gelding, Polo, hadnât competed in the intermediate dressage class. When Iâd entered the ring, I wished Drew had been able to see my ride. See me in my element. But when my name had been called for a ribbon, Iâd spotted Drew cheering for me. Heâd been in the stands the whole time.
âHey,â he said, smiling at all of us before his gaze settled on me.
âHi,â I said.
âAwesome ride, Lauren.â Drew stretched a hand to rub Whisperâs neck. âYou and Whisper deserved first.â
I felt my fair cheeks start to flush. I tried to think of somethingâanything else but the cute guy standing in front of meâbut my mind blanked.
âThank you,â I said. âI came out of the arena feeling like weâd done our best, but I had serious competition. Like Lexa.â I tipped my head in my friendâs direction.
âSorry, Lex,â Drew said. âI saw your ride too. Itâs too bad there couldnât have been a tie. Honor executed those turns beautifully.â
Lexa waved her hand. âSecond place is what we deserve. Lauren and Whisper blew us away. Iâm so happy for her! Plus, itâs going to make Honor and me raise our game.â
Lexa was such a great friend. Gracious, positive, but still competitive. She was the best kind of teammate I could hope forâsomeone who was there for her fellow teammates even when it came down to individual ribbons.
âHow does it feel?â Drew asked. He stepped closer and patted Whisperâs shoulder. His sea-blue eyes were soft. I could stare into them forever. They stood out against his black hair and looked like gemstones against his pale skin.
He wasnât asking how it felt to win. âI feel like I can finally close the door on Red Oak,â I said. âI needed thisâa showâto be able to move a thousand percent past what happened.â
Drew smiled, and I couldnât help but do the same. âThatâs great. Iâm happy for you.â
âHowâre you doing?â I asked. âYou had cross-country, right?â
Drew shook his head. âYeah, but weâre talking about you. About your win.â
âDrew! I asked you! Howâd it go? Tell me!â I lightly pushed his arm.
âOkay, okay!â He laughed, holding up a hand in a conceding gesture. He reached under his helmet, which was hanging on Poloâs saddle. There was a flash of blue, and he produced a winning ribbon.
âOmigod! Congratulations!â I said, shaking my head. âI wish I could have seen your ride. Why didnât you…