Chapter 120: Give Her A Name
Later she figured that it shouldn't be very close, for the stink of horse dung might be a hard problem.
But as soon as she saw the horses in the stables and how handsome and beautiful each of them was, Cathryn felt that it was really vulgar for her to think so.
She had seen nothing on the island but green sub-tropical plants on the roadside like jungles. And it was her assumption that the island was covered in trees as she had even praised Keith for the landscape. It wasn't until Keith had taken her out of the villa and turned left to the branch road that she saw a view that was blocked by tree trunks and palm leaves. As the horizon widened, Cathryn realized that she was, after all, naïve.
The vast grassland surrounded the racecourse, connected to which was the horse stable. The whole area was a flat open land, and Cathryn could step on the grass when they got out of the car. The grass gently caressed her ankles, and she almost wanted to take another nap.
Keith brought her to the horse shed. It was the first time that she had been to a real, modern horse barn, the rooms were wide and bright with clean glass windows and tall steel structures, and the facilities were all mechanized. There were workers cutting the haystack, Keith greeted them and took Cathryn to the innermost shed.
Inside the glass and wooden board horse room was a thoroughbred silver that had just arrived this morning. This was the surprise that Keith had planned to show Cathryn today.
The horse was very young, and it was smaller than the adult ones they had just seen. Although it was immature, everybody could see that it was a fine horse.
Without a single trace of color in the hair, she had a height of fifteen hands, a well-balanced body, and strong and powerful limbs, according to the staff standing next. In addition, she had sharp and angular lines in her muscle parts, long legs, and a smooth contour as a whole. This silver reminded her of a well-worth "living art."
"I have booked her much earlier. She's finally sent here today after she was bred enough." Keith did not introduce much. Hearing no response from Cathryn behind him, he turned around. Seeing her stunned face was everything that meant to him.
Her eyes were dark and bright, shining like obsidian and reflecting the image of the horse in front of her. Cathryn started having goosebumps just by looking at it.
"She's beautiful!" She gasped in admiration of how a horse could be so elegant. She raised her head to Keith, "So beautiful that I'd love to ride on her."
Of course, she also knew that she mustn't.
Cathryn had previously played a lady warrior in the crew of a period drama, and she was trained for two days for the horse scenes. She was no stranger to horses.
An adored, graceful horse like this should be blessed with an exuberant personality. But a racehorse as she was, she may not be a good ride for amateurs. Cathryn looked at her pregnant abdomen and imagined how she would be smashed to the ground and lose 2 lives at once.
"Not now," Keith smiled at her.
Indeed.
Cathryn licked her lips and twisted her eyebrows, but her dismay soon disappeared.
Seeing the woman's various emotions in such an instant, Keith was amused and content to see her pleased. He smiled dotingly and patted her head. "After giving birth. She is yours now, and you can ride her whenever you want."
Cathryn, "Hey!"
Cathryn choked a little and looked at Keith incredulously, laughing out loud.
It was the first time that she heard about having a horse as a gift.
"But what should I do with her? I don't race. And, after this, I won't have a place to raise her." Cathryn frowned. For her own safety, she would only look at her horse from a distance and wouldn't dare to go near.
She spoke casually, and it gave out her true feelings. It seemed that she still expected to move out of his life after she had given birth.
Keith's heart sank, he refused to think more about it and changed the subject.
"Give her a name."
The horse had a nurse name before she was brought back from the breeding house.
But Keith insisted that Cathryn should give her a new one.
Cathryn was not the best name picker. The one she was already having in her womb hadn't gotten a name yet. Staring at the silver for a long while, Cathryn came up with something.
"Princess Celestia."
Keith: "..."
The name was pleasantly decided. Cathryn couldn't stop crying out "Princess Celestia" at the silver, in the end, everyone believed that she was a royal figure of the realm of the horse. Princess Celestia was a young mare, and her temper was extraordinarily strong. After Cathryn's several attempts, she kept holding her head up and wouldn't calm down to allow some cuddles.
As soon as Keith intervened, however, she bowed and smoothed her breath so Keith could pat her nose, gentle and nice.
Cathryn didn't expect that Princess Celestia would turn out to be a snobbish horse.
After an afternoon in the stables, Cathryn remembered her date tonight with Grace, when she was feeding water to the Princess. She hurried out of the horse farm and went back to her room to take a shower and change.
Keith had nothing to do today and was ready to be a full-time driver for Cathryn. But when they were about to leave, Jeremy's phone call sent him away. He had to get out of the car and ask his driver to send Cathryn to the meeting place.
She waited for a while downstairs before Grace arrived. Cathryn was spitting bubbles in her milk tea, and when her friend called her name, she looked up, and her eyes instantly went as big as ping-pong balls.
Miss Grace Garcia, who had never worn a skirt or dress, was walking over in a white veil. Cathryn looked at her pink face, glowing and blushing like a young girl, and looked up and down for a long while, saying, "Where did you get those shoes?"