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hands along the leather on both sides, making sure there weren’t any tangled straps.
    I’d taken off my solid leather reins and had replaced them with fun, rainbow reins with grips, which made them easier to hang on to when I wore gloves.
    We walked out of her stall, and I stopped Wisp while I grabbed my Lexington helmet from my tack trunk. I put it on and snapped the chin strap. Gloves were next.
    â€œAnd we’re ready!” I said. “Lex? You all set?”
    â€œYep! Just need my helmet.”
    Lexa led Honor out of her stall, and Honor and Whisper sniffed each other’s muzzles in a hello.
    I loved that they were friends.
    Together, we led the two horses down the aisle. Just outside the stable, Cole, Clare, and Khloe waited for us. Now we had two big things to talk about: Carina and Brielle. Let the gossiping begin!

HOW DO YOU SAY “STAR” IN SWEDISH?
    CLAD IN MY PJ’S, I toweled off my wet hair with a lavender bathroom towel. Khloe, already freshly showered, sat on her bed and watched the latest entertainment news. KK looked up as I came out of the bathroom, and smiled.
    â€œThose pj’s are giving me major envy,” Khloe said. “Look at my eyes. Did they turn green?”
    I giggled. “You know you can borrow my clothes anytime.” My pj’s were from Victoria’s Secret’s PINK line. I had purple leggings with an oversize long-sleeve gray tee with a giant glitter heart in the middle.
    â€œAre we still going to do it?” I asked.
    â€œUm, totes,” Khloe said. “Whenever you’re ready.”
    â€œI’m ready now! I want to see what we find out. If anything.”
    Khloe shut off the TV. “Oh, please. ‘If’ we find anything. Everyone has a past, and the Internet makes it oh-so-easy for us to snoop.”
    Khloe opened her laptop and patted the spot next to her. She was in pink leopard-print pants and a long-sleeve thermal shirt.
    I settled next to her and pulled my damp hair into a sloppy bun—good enough until I blow-dried it.
    Khloe clicked on Firefox. She went to Google and typed “Carina Johansson” into the search box.
    We both leaned toward the screen. I scanned the endless links. The first twenty-something had nothing to do with our Carina, but with a famous actress. Khloe clicked the second page. Still nothing. More links to Actress Carina that shifted to Model Carina. None of Rider Carina.
    â€œOoh! Give it to me,” I said.
    Khloe slid the laptop in my direction.
    â€œLet’s make it a little more specific,” I said as I typed.
    I hit enter when I’d finished typing “Carina Johansson equestrian Sweden.”
    â€œSmart!” Khloe said.
    We stared at the screen, watching the old page turn to white and a new page of links load.
    Out of the corner of my eye, Khloe sat back a little. The same reaction I’d had.
    â€œShe’s—,” Khloe started.
    â€œA Swedish Sasha Silver,” I finished.
    Neither of us moved for a moment. There were Swedish show results, some that I couldn’t read, fan sites, newspaper coverage . . . everything a highly ranked rider would have. My stomach sank a little. The competition at Canterwood was already insane enough. Now we had Carina .
    â€œBefore we start looking at links and freaking out, what is Mr. Conner going to do with her?” I asked Khloe. “You’ve been here longer than me. What do you think?”
    Khloe thought for a second. “Well, I think he’ll follow the same protocol that he did with Brielle. He’ll put Carina on the intermediate team and give her the chance to make the advanced team in January along with everyone else.”
    â€œShe’s an exchange student, though. Don’t you think she’ll go home in May?”
    My mouth grew drier by the second. I couldn’t think about having another strong rider like Carina to compete against for a coveted spot on the