Chapter 301

Aria's POV I'd barely contained the pure, unadulterated thrill from my gallop when Aiden smoothly brought us back, effortlessly reigning in Thunder. He dismounted first, his movements fluid and powerful, handed Thunder to one of the stable hands, then turned to guide me toward the stables, the unspoken promise of selecting my own horse hanging in the air. While I was fiercely confident with jet skis and pianos, choosing a horse felt utterly beyond my expertise. I gazed at Aiden helplessly, feeling like a complete novice, my earlier bravado deflating slightly. "I have no idea what I'm looking for," I admitted. Aiden's lips curved into that small, knowing smile I'd come to adore as he pointed to a magnificent white horse, her coat gleaming under the stable lights. "How about Snow? She belongs to Ethan Reynolds. Pretty gentle temperament, from what I know." "She's perfect," I agreed immediately, captivated by her elegant stance. The difference between these personally owned horses and the