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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Gwyn Knight didn't know where she had been for the past year and a half, but apparently she hadn't entirely been present, since she had only recently learned that Aaron Stonehouse had a sister. And not only did he have a sister, said sister owned a boutique thrift store that had apparently gone under her radar as well. Talk about embarressing. But now, with her day off both from the vet's office and from her uncle orion's massage business, the young woman was going to go scope the place out and she was doing it solo.
She hadn't wanted to do that. She wasn't going to ask Aaron cause that was weird. But she had tried Harper and Harley, both of whom were considered busy. Talk about inconvenience. Something told her it had more to do with the idea that waiting around on her while she shopped hardly excited them. Oh well. There loss. Gwyn found herself a nice little parking spot before getting out. A few store fronts down was Dolly's Vintage + Thrift - the sign poking out of the wall and hanging over the street like the olden days. Locking her car now, Gwyn headed on down to the store.
Blue eyes took in the window display for a moment, how beautiful everything was, before she walked in. The bell chimed, signaling she had arrived. But from what she could tell, she was the only soul in the store, "Huh. How peculiar." But just like that, Gwyn was distracted by shinny mini dresses and found herself pulled towards them like a moth to flame when a shadow appeared near her now. Startled, the young woman nearly balked before realizing it was a woman, who had some rather similar features that she knew, "Oh! Hello. Are you Anne? Or...I guess I should call you Leona."
Leona opened the store on time today but with university still going on for a few weeks, things were a bit slow. That was fine with her, as she was happy to go through donated items. She had gotten a few new designer items that were pretty much immaculate. A stylist, who happened to be one of the parents of a student of hers, was slimming their collection. Leona was happy to trade a few classes worth of price for the designer items. Some people would say that was a bad trade, but it kept folks happy.
She was grabbing a rolling cart with the new finds out to the front desk to be added to the racks when she had a moment. As she was mentally mapping out her game plan, Leonan was greeted by a new voice. Her eyes looked up and she smiled. “Ah Leona, please. Anne is reserved for the family...which I’m assuming you’re a friend of?” she inquired.
It would appear that Gwyn was the only one easily startled when shadows appear in her shopping zone - the other woman looked utterly unperturbed with her cart of things. Blue eyes peered at the cart for a moment before snapping back to the face that had greeted her. Of course, she recognized her from creeping on someone's phone and immediately said her name. Gwyn wouldn't have even known that she had treaded inappropriately had it not been for the correction, "Leona? Oh! I didn't know you had two first names."
Naturally, that was then followed up with: Anne is reserved for family. Oof. Talk about cringe. But Gwyn, posh as ever, hid her cringe and any awkwardness that she might be feeling. She wasn't about to feel bad, especially not by a friend's sibling. Besides, that smile of her's said she was merely being kind, not bitchy. The blonde smiled now, bright and cheery, "Oh yes! I'm Gwyn. I'm friends with your brother, Aaron. I met him through Harper." Surely, that would be enough to placate, "Perhaps he's-"
She might have carried on, had it not been for something catching her eye beyond Leona, "Is that a Stella McCartney?"
