The two exchanged a smile, but it didn't reach their eyes.
Aria walked over to choose a horse, taking her time without making a decision. Seeing this, Emma glanced at Aria and couldn't help but remind her, "Miss Richardson, do you know which horse is suitable for the competition? If not, I can help you choose, otherwise it would seem like I'm bullying you."
Chloe snickered beside her, "You've been choosing for so long and still haven't picked. Do you actually have no idea which horse is best for the race? It's hilarious, and you still want to compete against Emma. I think you should concede early to avoid an ugly defeat."
Hearing this, Aria raised an eyebrow, selected a horse, gently caressed its side, and chuckled softly, "No need, I can choose myself."
"What do you mean, not knowing good intentions when you see them. Our Emma is worried about winning without honor and wants to help you," Chloe questioned with arms crossed.
