The Unqualified Suitor

Sloane went downstairs. Preston also tumbled down from his horse and opened his arms to hug her.

"Happy birthday, Sloane!"

When he reached Sloane, she pushed him away mercilessly.

Sloane did not pay attention to Preston at all. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the white horse he had brought with him.

It was an extremely beautiful white horse. It was clean and gentle without a single strand of errant