Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 876

After the greetings were over, Juniper walked over and sat down next to Jimmie. She leaned back habitually, crossing her right leg over her left in a languid, casual pose.

Miranda blinked in confusion. She had been worried Juniper might feel out of place or intimidated among so many celebrities, but she had underestimated her. The girl adapted surprisingly well, looking as comfortable as if she were in her own living room.

The other guests also watched her with amusement, finding it refreshing to see a celebrity so utterly without pretense.

Juniper’s eyes scanned the room, looking for something to drink, when she suddenly met everyone's curious gazes. She cleared her throat, blinked, and quietly uncrossed her legs, adopting a more proper posture.

Seeing her reaction, the other guests broke into warm smiles. She was just a young woman, after all, with a refreshingly spontaneous personality. It was actually quite endearing.

While everyone else was smiling, Yolanda couldn’t manage one. Juniper had taken the seat right next to her, and now all eyes were on her. Just moments ago, Yolanda had been the center of attention. Now, with Juniper’s arrival, everything had changed.

*That bitch,* Yolanda thought, *how dare she steal my spotlight? Without the title of ‘the great actor’s sister,’ who here would even give her the time of day?*

Her breath hitched, and her expression turned ugly. She could only clench her fists, forcing herself to remain calm. *It’s fine,* she told herself. *The day is long. I’ll have plenty of opportunities to make her look like a fool.*

Once all the guests were seated, the show's director approached with a stack of cards. “Today’s activity is a horseback riding experience,” he announced with a smile. “The production team has already prepared equestrian outfits for everyone.”

At these words, Yolanda’s head snapped up, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. If she remembered correctly, Juniper had wandered into a stable as a child and was nearly trampled to death. Ever since then, she’d been terrified of horses.

Yolanda, on the other hand, was different. Her family had hired private tutors to teach her equestrianism since she was a girl. After more than a decade of lessons, she had mastered the art.

Furthermore, as far as she knew, none of the other guests could ride. Today, the spotlight would be hers, and hers alone.

“Please proceed to the changing rooms,” the director continued. “Professional riding instructors will be waiting for you at the entrance.”

The guests rose from their seats. The men led the way, with the women following behind.

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