Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Natalie couldn’t believe she was dragged into a formal gala. Not that she didn’t mind them, but it meant Charlie would most likely be there. She didn’t know why it bothered her so much that he would be. He was probably feeling the same way about it. Maybe if Mrs. Renée Hahn wasn’t hosting a fundraiser for animals – then the chance of Nat being there would be a big, fat negative one thousand. But since the rich and ass kissers would be attending, Natalie wasn’t able to avoid seeing Charles in a suit. It appeared that a lot of the law students would be at the event due to the connections and networking chances.
The young woman found herself sitting in a penthouse suit of the Silver Stag hotel. Harlow and Kennedy were running behind due to their separate riding lessons and needing a three-hour freshen-up session. It wasn’t the first time the three women would be experiencing a luxury event such as this. However, Nat couldn’t help but wonder if the other had caused any grey hairs for her Sister in Law.
While from a wealthy background, there were things that Harlow and Kennedy did that made zero sense to Nat. Maybe it was because Ama was her family, so she received benefits that the others didn’t. Mainly her formal wear came at a heavily discounted price. Or she had first dibs on Ama’s designs.
It didn’t take long for the ding of the elevator to be heard and the chattering of her friends to come barreling through. “Dang, at least making me sit here and almost eat all the chocolate was worth it. I see you both decided on a blowout before a dress fitting?” Nat teased, popping a white chocolate-covered pineapple piece in her mouth.
Kennedy hopped off of Rosso's back - handing him off to one of the stable hands after her lesson. She had already arranged with them to take care of him for her - as she had an appointment to get ready for the gala. Quickly, the brunette followed into the barn and took off her riding boots and helmet. She put them in her locker in the tack room, leaving it open for the staff to put her gear away.
She slid her feet into her Hunter boots and threw her barn jacket over her shoulders before heading out. Lorenzo was already waiting for her when she stepped out, allowing the brunette to get in the back of the car. The man handed her a lunchbox, containing her lunch. She thanked the man, buckled their seatbelt and they were off - spending the time chatting about the day in between bites. It had been awhile since Kennedy had a day off from either job, so she was looking forward to the change of scenery. Once her lunch was finished, she quickly changed into her outfit for the day - leaving her riding clothes in the car.
After they arrived at the salon, the brunette stepped out of the car and walked inside - her high heels clicking along the concrete. As soon as the door opened, Hope greeted her. The blonde salon owner worked her magic - doing her hair, makeup and a fresh gel manicure in three hours. Kennedy paid for her services using cash and rushed back in the car - Lorenzo spent the time reading his book as he waited. Finally, the two were off towards the Silver Stag, making the brunette wonder if Harlow and Nat would beat her to the Hotel.
She stepped out of the car as soon as it arrived at the front, grabbing her tote sized bag as she closed the car door behind her. She gave Lorenzo a wave goodbye as a thanks for the driving around. The woman stepped into the hotel lobby, smiling as soon as she saw Harlow. "Hi again. Long time no see. Do you think Nat beat us to it?" She stepped towards the elevator and waited for it to arrive. As soon as it did, she stepped inside and held the door open for Harlow.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the penthouse floor, the elevator making a ding sound as they arrived. "Wait, there wasn't anything said about chocolate. Please say you didn't eat all of it. How long have you been waiting for us anyway?" She asked, stepping into the space first.
It certainly had been a busy morning for Harlow Alenko with back to back lessons with John Ryan for her two show horses. Between riding and then cool down, one look at her watch informed her that she was running out of time before she needed to get to her blow out appointment. Was a blow out necessary post ride? Possibly not, but was it necessary for a girls date downtown at Bel Amour? Abso-fucking-lutely. Naturally, Claudia VanderBeek - that bitch - had stolen Ty Webber for her horse and mount, leaving Harlow to take care of brushing down and cooling off her second horse, Beamer, before passing him off to Porter. She didn't even have time this morning to partake in one of her favorite pass times of annoying Ivan Park for the sheer joy. An utter disappointment.
Harlow whisked herself off to a quick pit stop at her house to shower down her body, get dressed, and apply skin care, make up, and perfume before heading off to Color Me Crazy for Scout Oliver to take care of her hair, giving her a proper blow out before pulling it up into the young woman's favorite signature style - a high pony tail. She made sure to ooo and awh over Scout's work, after all, the hair stylist had never let her down before, and promptly left after paying and leaving a hefty tip. As always, Harlow appeared to be running fashionably late, but as far as she was concerned, Natalie St. Croix and Kennedy Pietrangleo would live. They were used to her antics by now, and as, well, what where they? Friends? High end acquaintances? People who tolerated her? Anyways, they knew better than to fault her.
She pulled up to her parents' hotel now, stepping out and chucking the keys of her sports car to the Valet before heading up the stairs with purpose. Shockingly, in the lobby, the young woman spotted a familiar face, "Why, hello Kennedy. Guess I am not the only one running late." She clocked her friend's outfit, and realized that, for once, she might be the one who underdressed with her oversized shirt dress and white sneakers. However, if she was trying on dresses all day, Harlow preferred the ease of getting in and out of clothing fast - besides, she was still fucking adorable. Stepping into the elevator with Kennedy, she merely shrugged, "Knowing Nat, she was on time." And sure enough, as the doors opened to reveal the pent house and one Natalie St. Croix as well, playfully complaining about waiting.
Harlow rolled her dark brown eyes, a smirk dancing across her lips as she replied in good jest, "And yet, Nat, I see you have made herself quite at home. I hope Wendy didn't give you any shit upon your arrival." She clapped her hands, beckoning her friend to get up, "As for the blow out, you do not want to see my hair after two hours of hard riding. It looks like bed head, and not the sexy kind. But enough small talk. What's this about a ball you're attending?"
