IRIS
After attending the morning mass on Sunday, Iris went straight back to Turner Ranch with Morgan. When they arrived, Bella was already there, geared in her camel-colored leather boots, faded jeans, white shirt and brown leather jacket.
“Why are you all dressed-up?” she questioned, smirking.
She could not help but notice the changes in her best friend’s choices of clothing. Though Bella enjoyed wearing in-fashion styles, she always capitalized on how it made her body look good. Recently, she observed that the lady had been opting for the ordinary cowgirl look.
“What do you mean, dressed-up? This is only appropriate for a horse racing tournament,” Bella replied, doing her signature twirl.
Iris winced. “A tournament? There you are again, exaggerating things.”
Just when Bella open
