Chapter 7

Time flew by, and five years slipped away in the blink of an eye.

I stood in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing myself.

The girl reflected at me was fifteen, tall, and poised, with hair flowing like a waterfall and eyes that were way too calm for someone my age.

In this life, under the Whitmore family's care, I was free to grow up as I wished. I was no longer that rough-skinned, chapped-handed shepherd girl from the grasslands.

Grace called out from outside the door, "Sophia, are you ready? Today's horse riding competition is really important, and Ryan's…