Rosina watched the riders position themselves at the starting line and looked at the man holding a red cloth. He was raising his arms before lowering them instantly.
The horses started galloping with their riders on top while looking at their competitors.
Everyone was screaming at the rider with a golden helmet. He was the first of five riders, but Rosina's eyes were focused on the other rider.
The rider with a red helmet was last in line, but Rosina was confident about her picking.
"Lady, who did you pick?" Felissa leaned closer and whispered since the crowd was drowning her voice.
"The red one," Rosina stated and gestured toward the rider.
"The last one?" Felissa was baffled by Rosina's choice, but she didn't question it. She could see Rosina's confident facial expression.
