Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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Manila Polo Club Riding school Forbes Park, Makati
I stopped briefly to take some photos on my phone, smiling as a weak sun appeared after the sky cleared. Times like this, I fondly remember my grandfather, who used to take informal meeting with investors around the polo club, just so my brother and I can ride horses with him.
"Come on, Adrianna. Don't be scared" His smiling face was the only thing I wont forget that day, while he was holding my hand.
It was warm but the wind was welcoming in the late hours of morning. Abuelito was showing me around the stable, reassuring me, as his youngest grandchild. I was only nine that time, small and awkward next to the horses.
"But abuelito they're too big" I said cowering while looking at them. This earned a chuckle from him.
"They wont bite." He said reassuringly while brushing the horse's neck. Then he turned to me "Here, give me your hand."
I was hesitant at first but abuelito laid an apple on my open palm and gently pulled me closer "Extend your hand so the horse can sniff the back of it."
Hesitant but determine to impress my abuelito nonetheless, I extended my hand, only for the horse to sniff it. Then, to my utter surprise, I felt its tongue at the back of my hand.
"Abuelito, it licked me!" I said in disbelief; I was torn between being disgusted or overjoyed that my hand wasn't bit off.
"She likes you" He chuckled, amused by my reaction. "This is called horseman's handshake it is a fun little catchphrase that refers to the manner in which we greet a horse for the first time. It's important to take it nice and slow as you close the gap between you and the horse."
"It's similar to how we greet dogs for the first time, Abuelito." I said as I was half amazed when the horse nudged my hand; only for the the apple to be taken away from me.
"Yes, Adrianna." He nodded, seemingly pleased with himself "Just like how you greet your dog"
As I looked at the at the sky, tears welled up in my eyes. I realized how much I missed my grandfather's presence and how I had let my grief and anger affect my relationship with Rory in the beginning.
I pulled a smile, remembering that fond memory of my grandfather. And going horseback riding after many years, brought back those happy snippets when he was still alive—back when everything was simple.
I was wearing white jodhpurs, Omina label beige jumper and Celeris riding boots as I strut my way inside the stable. The facilities inside the polo club were well-maintained and top notch just like how I remember it, white wooden picket fences divided individual turnout, each stable was double the standard of your standard size. A system in the ceiling which allowed cooling in the summer to provide breeze for the horses inside.
