The Untold Story of Prince Charming (Book 2 of Cinderella Series)

Chapter 2

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I leaned my head against the window, scowling as the world went by as we made our way to whatever farm my dad wanted me to go to. I had no idea why my dad wanted me to come to see this horse when all I wanted to do was stay home and mope about not being in Hollywood at all. I didn't really want to be out at all, but of course, my father had made me come for this stupid thing and to give my "two cents," even though he wouldn't take it.

"You should like this horse," my father said, trying to start a conversation with me. "He will make good colts with some of our mares that have been doing well in races. That is what Delilah has said. She said that he is a fine racer, too."

"Has he been gelded?" I asked, and he shook his head. "And if he is?" I had been listening to the conversation that he was having with her, and I had a gut feeling that she was lying to him. I had no idea if I trusted her or not, and my father didn't bother trying to listen to me.

Dad shrugged his shoulder. He didn't seem to care if he could be bred to mares or not, and I wondered if he would put him into some races. If he was any good, like Delilah had said, then I was sure that he would. "He has a really rare coat," he said, absentmindedly changing the subject. "It's a blue roan."

"Breed?" I asked.

"I think Thoroughbred," he replied. "He's mixed with something else. Delilah says that he is really fast. He'll make some fast colts." He had repeated himself, and I do not think that he had noticed.

I nodded my head, staying silent. I kept up with the horses that were racers and couldn't help but wonder why I never heard his name before or if I had heard it before. If he was a good runner, I knew that his name would be out there, and many would want to breed him. "Name?"

Dad pursed his lips in thought. "I think she said that it was Blue's Clues, Blue for short. She said that he hadn't been into any races because no one is skilled enough to work with him. She doesn't have any jockeys as we do."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. I had no idea how Dad knew that this horse was fast if no one could handle him long enough to be able to ride him. Horses needed to be ridden at certain speeds to show how fast they are. "Then, how is it that they know he is fast? He had to be handled by someone if she wants to "claim" that he is."

Dad shrugged his shoulder, pulling into a farm that had white picket fences like ours. He stayed silent as he drove up the long driveway, passing a girl on a horse.

She was beautiful and skilled while she worked the Paint horse. Her whole body was relaxed, and I could tell that she enjoyed her work.

The horse listened to the small commands that the rider gave it, but they both seemed to be working together, becoming a team that some riders tried for years and years. The horse kept an ear on the female rider, and I could see that the horse trusted her.

"Wow," I said as the rider paused the horse when we went by. I tried to see what the girl looked like underneath the helmet, but I could only tell that she had blonde hair. I watched as her lips move to say something to the mare before they started with their routine, and I couldn't help but wonder if she has worked with all the horses here.

"That is nothing," my dad said dismissively. He glanced at the arena before looking at the house that was coming up. "You should have seen Maybell when she was alive." He sighed and shook his head, a grimace forming on his face. "That female was a true horsewoman. She was better than her husband, and that is saying something because he was born in a saddle."

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An ugly female with blonde hair and a fake tan walked out. She smiled at my father, and I couldn't help but hide a shiver in disgust. "Welcome back to Kentucky," she said, kissing my father's cheeks. "How are you?"

"I am good, Delilah," he said. He kissed her cheeks before backing up from her. He flicked his lip up in disgust, but he made sure to keep it off of his face. "And, yourself."

Delilah waved her hand as if to brush off the question. "I could be better," she said. She sniffled and pulled out a handkerchief from her shirt. "I wish my stepdaughter was well behaved as she was for her father." She dabbed at the bottom of her eyes, blinking back tears. "She is so disrespectful. My, this morning, she called me a bitch and punched me."

"That is unfortunate," my father said, coldly. He had a feeling that she was lying, and so did I. "Why don't you put her up for adoption?"

"Because that would be cruel," she replied. "And, I promised Trevor that I would look after her and love her like my own daughter."

"But... isn't she your daughter?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion. "Or at least stepdaughter?"

The lady, Delilah, turned to look at me to scowl. However, that changed when she caught sight of me. A smile graced her lips, and I wished she wouldn't smile. She had a horrible smile, and I didn't like it one bit. "Well, I have yet to meet you. However, your mother has sent me pictures. Dean, correct?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. I held out my hand, and she grabbed it and pulled me into a hug. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Delilah," I said, patting her back awkwardly. I didn't feel comfortable at all.

"Mmmm," she said, moving her hands lower. "Delilah is just fine." Her hands were going lower almost to my butt, and I felt more uncomfortable.

"Of course," I said. I grabbed her hands and took them off of me before she could touch my butt. "Please, respect my privacy." I offered her a tight smile while I let go of her hands.

"Dean wants to see that rare stallion of yours," Dad said, giving her a pointed look. He did not like my behavior towards her, but I didn't care because I didn't like this old bat touching me.

I looked towards the ring and watched as the girl worked with the horse. I felt... this unknown pull towards her as if something in me told me that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

She was gentle to the horse when the horse didn't do the flying lead change for the first time. She just made the horse go into a circle before working on the lead change again.

"But first," I said, interrupting Delilah from talking about something. I started to walk towards the ring, entranced by her skill. "Who is that?"