Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 35

Since returning to London, Gabriella had been swept up in a whirlwind of social activities with Victoria Darwin and Charlotte—shopping, dining, catching up on lost time.

Her plans to apply to Sinclair & Klein were temporarily set aside.

Today, the girls were sharing afternoon tea at their favorite patisserie.

Charlotte, who'd been out clubbing until the early hours, looked rather worse for wear.

"I'm tired of shopping and clubs," she groaned, then perked up. "It's such a lovely day—why don't we go riding at the Darwin estate?"

The Darwin family owned one of England's most prestigious equestrian centers, where all three had taken riding lessons in their youth.

"Sobered up enough?" Gabriella teased. "Wouldn't want you charged with drunk riding."

"Completely sober," Charlotte grinned wickedly. "Though I did vomit all over Sebastian Darwin last night. His face went absolutely green."

Victoria smiled serenely. "Did my brother not mind?"

"Actually, he was rather sweet about it. After cleaning up, he even made me his special hangover remedy."

Sebastian and Charlotte were step-siblings. Sebastian's mother had passed when he was young, and Charlotte's parents had divorced when she was seven.

Sebastian's father had then married Charlotte's mother, bringing the families together.

Charlotte was nine when she first met fourteen-year-old Sebastian. He was going through his rebellious phase and resented both his stepmother and new sister.

Their first meeting ended with him pulling her pigtails and telling her to get lost.

Charlotte, never one to be bullied, had bitten his wrist so hard it left a scar he still bore.

Gabriella stirred her tea, amused. "You must be his karmic punishment."

Charlotte smirked. "Serves him right for being such a beast back then."

After catching up, Charlotte returned to her idea. "So, riding? I haven't been in ages."

"I'd love to," Gabriella agreed. "It's been three years since I've been on a horse. I miss our races."

Victoria smiled warmly. "Count me in."

Charlotte's eyes gleamed mischievously as she reached for her phone. "I'll call Sebastian, have him bring Asher along."

At the stables, Gabriella changed into her riding attire.

The perfectly tailored grey hunting jacket paired with white jodhpurs and black riding boots showcased her elegant figure. Her hair was swept into a neat bun, giving her a striking, athletic appearance.

When she emerged, the waiting group looked suitably impressed.

"Looking rather splendid, Gabriella," Sebastian remarked with his usual cheek.

Charlotte jabbed his ribs. "Do shut up. Asher hasn't even commented yet, you prat."

"Ow! Easy there, you savage!"

"You look lovely, Gabby," Asher said softly, himself impeccable in matching grey riding attire.

Whether by coincidence or design, they were perfectly coordinated.

His tall, athletic frame was perfectly suited to riding wear, making him stand out naturally.

Beside him stood Grace.

Gabriella was surprised to see her—she hadn't known Grace would join them.

"Grace wanted to try riding," Asher explained. "I thought it might be nice."

He hoped more time together might help his sister and future wife bond.