Chapter 33
Louisa's point of view
I directed Will towards the first row of seats on the ground. We found ourselves seated on the last end of the seating arrangement in the top line. It allowed us a better view of all the horses. They were standing behind the respective doors in their stables.
I turned sideways in my seat to look at Will with a scowl contorting his prominent features. I thought he found the open area unpleasant. He kept looking straight ahead with an expression that prickled me like needles. Not being able to resist,
"Is everything alright with you? " I asked him, giving him one of concerned looks.
"Yeah, " he answered, nodding with a wave of his hand.
After ten minutes of our arrival, the referee waved the red flag and blew the whistle. All the horses started racing at the same time.
"That horse is going to win, " I squealed out in excitement, pointing to a dark brown horse.
"No, " Will disagreed, shaking his head.
"Judging by the way his feet trotted, that horse is definitely not going to win."
"You could be wrong, Will Traynor," I pouted, my face taking on a childish look.
After a minute, I saw the horse upon which I placed a bet lagged far behind the other ones. As always, my intuition turned out to be wrong. I was not the best at drawing conclusions on the basis of pragmatism. Whatever pride I had crashed flat out on the ground from a very high cliff. The initial cheeriness I displayed vanished into thin air. I was finding it very difficult to meet Will's eyes. I started biting my upper lip after the race ended. I did not even bother to clap when everyone rose up to applaud the performances of the horses.
