A Medallion

Chapter 10

Vanessa's POV:  

It seemed to take forever for Saturday to arrive.  And when it did, it seemed to take forever for it to march towards noon.  

Finally Tessa texted me.  

Tessa:  About thirty minutes out now, we'll probably stop somewhere to get lunch.    

I texted back as I walked down the hall. 

Vanessa:  You can have lunch at Vantage Point.  I can have it brought from my house, it's just across the road from the stables.  

Tessa:  Are you sure?

Vanessa:  Of course.  Just give me your orders so I can tell the cooks.  

Tessa:  Okay...  What's available?  

Vanessa:  Pretty much anything you want, including drinks.

Our cooks were experts at whipping up anything and everything.  

Tessa:  I'll take your word for it.  Give me a moment while I get everyone's orders.

After a few minutes she texted me a pretty simple order.  Her dad wanted a steak, and everyone else wanted pizza, except for her.  She wanted popcorn shrimp.  

Vanessa:  You want shrimp?

Tessa: Yeah, you said anything.  Is that a problem?  

Vanessa:  For our cooks, no.  It just surprised me.

I gave the order to the cooks, then went to my room to change.  I picked my one of my best sleekest casual riding outfit.  A Lemuix Musk top with gray Freya breeches and my Charles Owen helmet.  

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to intimidate Tessa with my expensive outfit, the ability to provide a rich lunch at the stables, and of course the stables themselves.    

But Tessa didn't have such insecurities, as I quickly found out.       

20 minutes later, Tessa's POV:      

"There it is!"  

Lacy's squeal brought my head up from my book.  "What?"  

She threw me an irritated look.  "Get your head out of that boring dressage book Tessa,  Vantage Point is just ahead!"  

I was tempted to reply that it might be this 'boring dressage book' that had gotten us here in the first place.  It had seriously helped in my training of Challenger.  But I settled for rolling my eyes and shutting the book to peer out the windshield of the truck.  

Sure enough, just ahead were the iron gates that lead into Vantage Point.  We were passing fields of white fencing and green grass with beautiful horses, all of them clearly well taken care of.  Ahead I could see a huge barn with a steeple on top.  It looked just like the pictures on the internet.  

My hands clenched at my breeches as excitement and nervousness swelled in me.  Challenger and I were way out of our league here.  I highly doubted any of the horses here were Appendixes like he was.  

But then I reminded myself that luxury does not necessarily equal comfort for a horse.  

Vanessa's POV:    

I pulled my blonde hair back and up into a high ponytail, then put a cap over it.  Simple, casual, but I liked the look of it.  When it was time to ride I could easily switch it to a low ponytail.