Eleanor's POV
Today was the day of the gathering. Representatives from all the major racing companies and their riders would be there, and the unspoken rule was clear: dress to impress, even if you're usually covered in grease and track dust.
The Vexxon company had provided our attire. Mira stood before a mirror, smoothing down the sleek, black trumpet gown that contrasted sharply with her sharp pixie cut. Roxy was scowling, tugging at the straps of her daring, backless crimson gown that set off the purple highlights in her black hair.
"I hate dresses," she grumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
Mira shot her a sly look. "Maybe it's just that it doesn't fit your… particular physique."
Roxy's eyes narrowed. "Oh, it fits just fine. It's your flat chest that's making you jealous, isn't it?"
I tuned out their bickering, my own nerves fluttering. My gown was a deep sapphire blue corset dress, its structured bodice and flowing skirt designed to compliment my silver-white hair.
