she's hell on heels, say what you will

Bridget grumbled as she loaded the last of her tack into the farm truck, having placed her Antares carefully in the back and ensured that all her riding gear was packed, with spares just in case. They weren’t travelling far, but that meant nothing to Bridget. She always went prepared. However, Blake didn’t seem to sport the same characteristic and left Bridget pacing until he pulled into the lot five minutes before they were supposed to leave. Bridget grumbled, this was not going to be a fun day.
 
“You’re cutting it pretty close” retorted Bridget as she climbed in, careful not to get her breeches dirty.
 
“Yeah yeah, but I’m driving”
 
“Says who?”
 
“Do you even know where we’re going?” asked Blake with a devil’s smile.
 
“No, because somebody deleted all the email files so I couldn’t see them” retorted Bridget as she grudgingly climbed out of the drivers seat and dramatically moved to the passengers seat.
 
“You’ll get over it, it’s only to Fox Field” said Blake with a smile, priding his triumph. Bridget pretended to grumble, but only to hide her excitement. She’d schooled for Fox Field for years, Abby loved Bridget and had given her numerous ponies to school. She’d shown ponies at the Royal for Abby. Blake was in for a big surprise if he thought he was the one who was going to be seen as the talent at this barn. He may have parents that are top coaches, but Abby had links in this area. This was her home, not his.
 
“Bridget?!” screamed Abby, who despite being forty she acted like she was seventeen. Bridget just laughed and accepted the hug, knowing despite the years of knowing Abby she still hadn’t caught on that Bridget wasn’t a fan of physical contact. “I had no idea you were with Wyndfield now! How’s Jess? Who are you schooling now? Oh you’ll love Mason!”
 
“Yes, I just signed on as manager and am coaching as well. Jess is excellent as usual, still insisting I ride her horses. And now a barn full, but Cole is still my main man. Brought Leo and Rumour over from Jess’, so they are my main projects until I get them sold”
 
“As if you’ll make them look good enough for people to buy them,” grumbled Blake as he pushed threw the pair and towards the barn. “Lets just see this horse, You can ride him Bridget- seeing as he needs to be able to be ridden by an amateur.”
 
Bridget glared at the back of her head, but kept her mouth shut. She knew better than to be a spoiled brat, she had a reputation that she wanted to keep. Bridget grabbed her helmet, tossed her hair up into a hairnet and jogged to catch up with the pair. She slid her Antares onto the geldings back and glanced at Abby, “So what has he done?”
 
“Really well bred, nice flat work. Jumps around 3’6” with some of the girls that have graduated from the pony rings, but could go higher. We’ve been using him for equitation, but he will be a great jumper ride”
 
“Sounds good” said Bridget as she led him to the outdoor and mounted effortlessly, settling nicely into the saddle. Usually owners rode the horse for her, but she knew Abby and didn’t even bother posing the question. She rode better than any of Abby’s girls and was hoping Blake would put his ego aside long enough to watch the horse go. She pushed him through the basic flatwork, ensuring lots of lateral movements. The gelding was well balanced underneath her, framed fairly easily and really was a soft ride. You could tell he’d been prepped for the eq world, but judging by the power in his hind end he had too much jump to be a solid equitation horse. Bridget just nodded to Abby before popping over a few warm up fences, but then without a word pointed the grey gelding towards the 3’6” vertical. He found the distance at a perfect stride and jumped Bridget a little loose. She’d been expecting a big jump, but not that big. Jess brought him back to a more collected form before looping around the 3’6” jumper course flawlessly. He was a great ride, and listened intently to his rider. He needed a confident leg and soft hands, but he was fairly straightforward for this level of horse. Bridget slowed to a trot and nodded once more at Abby, who didn’t even hesitate to raise the standards.
 
“He hasn’t jumped this height, but he’s got the scope for it” said Abby as she raised them all to 4’. Bridget didn’t even blink, she just cantered right to a vertical and took a tight turn to a Swedish oxer. She kept her leg on and went a little long to the triple bar, but Mason just jumped bigger. She continued around, doing an abundance of inside turns and was actually smiling when she pulled him up.
 
“Man, he’s got power. He could go far, really far” said Bridget as she stroked the geldings neck, letting him cool out on a loose rein. She didn’t need to see anymore, this was a steal at whatever price they were selling him for. She could take him and show him the bigger jumpers and flip him no problem.
 
Bridget sat silent in the car, waiting for Blake to speak. He didn’t. “So, I’m thinking we should put in a good offer. That horse has got solid potential,” said Bridget to break the tense silence.
 
“He’s okay,” Blake said with a shrug.
 
“Okay? Get your conceited head out of your butt and stop worrying about how much you hate me. That was one awesome horse, the kind that will take an amateur into the Grand Prix ring with some work”
 
“Yeah, but one hell of a horse needs one awesome rider. And the girl who’s looking isn’t that kind of rider, she doesn’t have soft hands.”
 
“I have at least two clients who could ride this horse, sometimes you buy something without a client in mind. I could turn around and flip that horse. This isn’t a lease, which I know you’re probably used to. If you want a horse that’s going to pack around somebody that isn’t a good rider around a 3’6” course you’re dreaming! Maybe teach them how to ride properly first!”
 
“I didn’t say she was a bad rider…” grumbled Blake as he sped out of the driveway.
 
“You didn’t say she was good either,” said Bridget, crossing her arms. She was not backing down on this, that was a nice ass horse and she wanted it in her barn. It would bring clients to the barn if you even set it up for an in barn lease; Mason could easily be a moneymaker.
 
“She’s just a little rough around the edges that’s all”
 
“Bullsht, if she can’t keep her hands quiet she’s not at the level you think she is. Put it this way, would you let her get on a 3’6” horse you owned? Sure, money is important in this business but reputation is key. Don’t ruin our reputation for a few grand, that’s stupid. So her feelings get hurt, you can’t always be nice”
 
“And you can’t always be a btch either” retorted Blake who seemed quite pissed off at this entire conversation.
 
“Just spill it, what is so important about this girl you won’t just be honest with her? I’ve rode with multiple big eq coaches, they are not afraid to tell you when you mess up. Are you banging her or something?! Because that is the only logical explanation!” screamed Bridget, not at all impressed with him. She hated people like this, hated the ones who were in it for the money and not the love of the sport. She knew by his silence the answer, and frankly she was still fuming when they arrived back at the barn. “I’m buying that damn horse, and you either start being honest with that girl or you send her to me. I won’t risk my reputation so you can get some ass!” said Bridget before she slammed the truck door and stormed off to the barn office. She locked the door behind her and sank into her chair, her head falling in her hands. She’d been that girl, the girl that had been used. That would not happen here, not under her nose. She was pretty good at hiding her past, but sometimes she just had to let the tears rolls. Sometimes, she just had to let herself fall apart.

Bridget was still grumbling when she took Leo into the barn, thankfully Mr. Know It All had disappeared long enough to let her finish a good school- though slightly at Leo’s expense, seeing as she always rode longer when she was mad. His black coat was coated in sweat and Bridget tossed a light cooler over his back the minute she entered the barn, wanting to ensure that he didn’t catch a draft from the breeze in the isle. The gelding had been almost flawless, though he was really unsure of lead changes. Not that he didn’t do them but simply that he always thought he was supposed to be doing them- It was like watching a bad dressage round at moments. However, he was simply green and Bridget enjoyed his enthusiasm. It would be a challenge, slowly getting him to accept that not every rider would sit perfectly still on his back. That was one thing about Bridget, she trained horses so that a wide range of riders could ride them- not just her. She could easily sit centered and ride him around a course, but not everyone had years upon years of intense training. It was her job to prepare the horse for that, especially seeing as he was supposed to be a sales prospect.
 
Bridget laughed softly as the gelding nudged her breeches, searching for treats that inevitably were not there. She rubbed Leo’s forehead and shrugged in apology, reminding herself to make sure the gelding got a peppermint later on. Grabbing a brush she started to work at his coat, which she noticed caught a weird glare from a border down the isle. Was she not supposed to groom her own horse? Bridget rolled her eyes- she may have grooms, but she didn’t abuse them. Sure at shows when she was running around like a chicken with her head cut off she had people help her, but today? She had nowhere to be but the office. Bridget glanced at the girl whose back was to her now and remembered something- not every glare was to do with what she was doing, but who she was. What rumours had spread throughout the barn at the announcement of her arrival? It didn’t take much imagination on anyone’s part to know that not everyone had welcomed Bridget. Having championship titles was like having a Phd, it didn’t mean anything to people who were trying to bring you down. Bridget sighed, it was going to be hard- fighting not only the outside horse world but the people within her own barn. Why couldn’t everyone move on already? She wasn’t sleeping with anyone, let alone people’s husbands.
 
Bridget was more than happy to sink into her chair in the lounge, her MacBook sitting on the desk and having stripped of her sweaty clothes and entered into clean ones. Her amount of laundry that was piling up was already atrocious, especially since Wyndfield was the kind of place people expected you to look like the cover of a Dover magazine at all times. She glance up as her door opened, sighing as she thought about just who might be entering. “Hello?” she called, though she really didn’t want to great the devil.
 
“It’s just me” said a female voice, which led to an exhale on Bridget’s part. “That bad of a day?” asked Ally with a smile, sitting across the desk from her.
 
“I think I met Blake..”
 
“Was he really tall, gorgeous, extremely well muscled and make you want to take your clothes off in the middle of the ring?”
 
“He was rude, arrogant and a pain in my ass. The rest I didn’t really notice” said Bridget, glaring at just the thought of Blake.
 
“Well yes, that’s him. I’ll admit, he already vented to me about you”
 
“Oh good, why doesn’t he just pin a witch hat to my door and get everyone to call me the Wicked Witch of the West”
 
“First of all, you’re not from the West. Second, he’s really not that bad and you two are going to have to learn to work together”
 
“Well I told him a demotion was coming his way if he didn’t smarten up” retorted Bridget, in no way was she working beside the Devil.
 
“Are you too dense to not realize who the O’Neil’s are? His parents coach almost every Maclay winner, and are Frank Madden’s number one competition. They pull out only the best riders and have auditions to even enter their lesson program. Bridget, like him or not, he is a huge asset to this team. He has more credentials than you do, and won the Maclay at the age of fifteen. He knows his shit” said Ally, who was obviously frustrated with the two.
 
“He’s still the exact opposite of a likeable person”
 
“You are honestly the most stubborn person I’ve ever met!” said Ally, throwing her hands in the air as she stared at the brunette across from her.
 
“You’ve known me long enough to know I always win” said Bridget, not phased by Ally’s defense of Blake.
 
“Well this time you need to tie, or at least not see him as Hitler. He’s a good guy, and you need to go with him tomorrow to look at a horse. I was going to, but now I’m refusing. You two have to at least get along professionally, whether you slit each others throats after barn hours doesn’t matter to me” said Ally before storming out of the office. Bridget sighed, pulling up her email and telling Blake she’d be coming along to view the horse tomorrow. She tried to think of something positive, but there was nothing positive about working with the devil- no matter how talented her was, it always bit you in the ass in the long run.

Bridget played with the zipper on her tall boots as she waited impatiently to hear the clatter of hooves on the other side of the barn, signaling lessons were over for the day. She loved coaching and all, but she couldn’t stand to ride around the kids. It was like watching your life flash before your eyes numerous times in an hour, and frankly you got half of what you had planned accomplished. The little kids were cute, and by little she meant eight, but they often lost the concept of courtesy in the ring. She’d seen the small group of girls ride, they were good- but they still needed a traffic light in the arena and Ally had spent most of her time ensuring they didn’t collide. Which is the exact reason she didn’t coach kids- never had, never will. Okay, the odd kid the was determined as a mule she had, but that sums it up. She wasn’t into pigtails and ribbons- she was into tall boots and championship titles.
 
Bridget tapped her fingers in impatience; laughing to herself as she realized how bitter she was getting- this no sleep might be getting to her. She looked at the black gelding the stood looking half dead beside her, he was a ‘project’ Jessica had given her. Bridget had known Jessica to know that this- or the white ‘project’ in the stall behind her- were actually in need of work. Well, they were but not the kind Bridget usually got handed. Bridget simply assumed her old coach had got them at a good deal, didn’t have room and figured she’d farm them out to Bridget and give her a large cut of their sale price. Unless by some miracle Bridget loved them enough to keep them around, but that rarely happened. Cole was a rarity, and even he could be sold for the right offer.
 
At the sound of hooves Bridget sprung to her feet from the stool on which she’d been sitting and nearly sprinted to the arena. Leo, the black hunter she’d dragged out, had perked up at the thought that something exciting was happening. If only he knew what torture he was about to go through.. At least that’s how Bridget deemed it, I mean who really wanted to work out for an hour? She laughed at herself, athletes that’s who and so far Leo seemed like the kind of horse that enjoyed his job. Still, Bridget never really made it easy on any of the horses she rode. She led him towards the mounting blocked and mounted effortlessly, smiling as she sank into the seat of her Antares. She didn’t bother to pick up her stirrups right away but instead let Leo walk with his neck stretched out and allowed her legs to stretch, rolling her ankles in hopes of avoiding any sore muscles tomorrow.
 
After a handful of laps in each direction Bridget picked up her stirrups, collected her reins slightly and pushed Leo into a trot. She wobbled at the first stride, not expecting such a huge stride from a smaller gelding right off the bat. Though she should of, she’d seen pictures of the way he moved. Bridget found her rhythm almost effortlessly and fell into a pattern, working circles and figure eights. Her mind went almost numb, thinking only of the muscles beneath her and of nothing else in her life- even the hell hole that she had deemed her office, and the papers that were scattered everywhere.
 
“Lessons don’t start for another hour” said a deep, male voice.
 
Bridget almost fell off her horse when she heard somebody speak, bringing her back to reality. Her mind had been too focused on the athlete beneath her that she hadn’t even noticed the appearance of a human, the movement of a door- anything, which was weird for her. This place was really getting to her. When she turned she noticed where the voice was coming from, a tall guy with broad shoulders and well muscled arms stood in breeches with his arms crossed- he was seriously trying to kick her out of the arena! “I’m not a student, thank you very much” said Bridget, trying not to jump down his throat right off the bat. Okay, jump down his throat with full force off the bat.
 
“Well then who are you and what are you doing in my arena?”
 
“I’m schooling a horse in MY arena, and I figured that was pretty obvious by the plate on the office door that says so” retorted Bridget, spitting her words at him rather than speaking them.
 
“You don’t just get to walk in here like you own the place, you probably can’t even ride”
 
“I didn’t walk in here like I owned the place, I used the arena that is public to the entire farm and if I couldn’t ride I wouldn’t have won the CET and Jump Canada medals, or Grand Prix titles. If I couldn’t ride they wouldn’t have hired me”
 
“Titles mean nothing, whens the last time you rode a green horse?”
 
“Right now actually, just because he behaves doesn’t mean he’s perfectly trained.”
 
“Bullshit, he probably jumps 3’6” courses without help.”
 
“Of course he can, he was bred to jump that height effortlessly, the point is it looks like a train wreck rather than breath taking”
 
“I doubt anything is breath taking with you on it’s back.”
 
“No, actually it looks so terrible they felt so sorry for me that they made me your boss. I apologize for the inconvenience that you’ll have to take orders from somebody that obviously knows nothing about the horse world” said Bridget, her words laced with sarcasm and venom. She’d never been one to back down, which is why it was no surprise that she dismounted Leo and stood eye to eye with the male. Well, as close to eye to eye as you can get when there’s a height difference.
 
“You better, this place is going to be shit with you running it.”
 
“Yup, it most definitely is. Sorry about the extra clients that signed on in hopes of being coached by me, I know the extra few stalls will really exhaust you”
 
“Excuse me? I am not a stable hand”
 
“Watch your words, or you just might be” said Bridget calmly, smirking as she remounted Leo. It was her signal that she was done, and he stood there with his jaw hanging as she trotted away. Bridget really hoped that was Blake, because if it got worse than that she might be in trouble.

Show Name: Rumour Has It
Barn Name: Rumour
Discipline: Jumpers
Height: 16.2h
Owner: Jessica Dwyer

Show Name: Without A Doubt
Barn Name: Leo
Discipline: hunters
Height: 16.3h
Owner: Jessica Dwyer

Bridget wandered into the tack room, her feet still half asleep from the car ride over from Jess’- which was quite ridiculous, considering it was only a little over two hours. They’d made good time considering they were hauling three horses and enough tack to fill three tack rooms. She’d always had an issue with collecting things she didn’t necessarily need. She looked at the tack trunks with her last name, Devon, scripted in gold across the front against a black backdrop, her old barn’s well-known colours. She’d contemplated getting new ones, but it wasn’t like she’d left the barn on bad terms and she’d still be riding the odd horse for Jessica. It was part of the sport, moving didn’t mean cutting your ties. Unless, your name was Michelle. Bridget grumbled to herself at the thought of her childhood coach, the way the blonde would smirk any time Bridget exited the ring with something as simple as a rail down. In the equestrian world it happened frequently, but in Michelle’s world it meant Bridget couldn’t ride to save her life. There were days where Bridget agreed with her, but for the most part Bridget felt she was a fairly solid rider. I mean she was hired on as a Barn Manager as well as a coach at one of the top barns in the country.
 
Bridget adjusted one of her three saddles to a proper position, being misplaced by a mere centimeter would drive her insane. Everything did really, it was what happened when you’d spent years being picked apart in order to become an elite equestrian. She still wasn’t there, she was getting closer but she wasn’t standing on an Olympic podium with a gold medal around her neck yet. That was success, or at least enough Grand Prix titles that everyone knew who you were. Sadly, that didn’t pay the bills of three pampered horses and coaching was what it came down to. Sure she could have stayed with Jessica, but this paid better and frankly she wanted to be known as a head coach, not somebody who assisted. Her position with Jessica had been great one, but it didn’t seem near as important when you’d considered her family for years. Bridget wanted to be out on her own; though now that she was she was starting to doubt her abilities. Especially with this whole “Barn Manager” thing, could she really juggle all of this and still me a good competitor?
 
Bridget glanced up as she noticed Ally enter, one of the few people she knew beyond competing against. Ally and her had trained together at Jess’ for a little over a year, but when Ally had went to University she’d moved barns, and upon return had went to Wyndfield due to open space and simply stayed there. It was weird to think the Ally was technically under her, seeing as they’d trained as friends only a few years ago. “Hey” said Bridget with a smile, hoping Ally brought anything but bad news.
 
“You’ve got your work caught out for you Bridge, saw the two mounts you brought in with Cole. Are they yours?” asked Ally who was busy putting away her own tack from her ride.
 
“No, they’re Jess’ but seeing as she hasn’t replaced me she sent them over. But let’s be honest, all I know is she wants them shown- and I’m probably footing the bill”
 
“Why? If they’re Jess’ horses she should, I mean it’s not like you’re an amateur anymore.”
 
“It’s her way of running things when it comes to me. If I pay the show bills she’ll see it as a reason to give me the horses to sell.. Which I mean pays way more in the end, but it’s not exactly beneficial when you just got hired on” said Bridget with a sigh, shoving the tack trunks around a bit more until she was happy that they sat perfectly in a line. She glanced around the spotless tack room for the first time really, taking in the spacious area that smelled of leather and oil. The walls were filled with tack, the far walls with lockers and the three others had tack trunks at the base- only three names appeared, which was a surprise seeing as last time Bridget checked only the coaches were allowed to have trunks, the rest were expected to find room in their locker- or car if need be. “Ally, whose ‘O’Neil’? Only coaches are to have trunks” asked Bridget, walking over to inspect the three trunks that looked almost identical to hers.
 
“Oh, those are Blake’s. He’s the equitation coach at Wyndfield, you two should put on quite the show..” answered Ally with a teasing smile.
 
“Ugh, what’s that supposed to mean?”
 
“Well put it this way, he might give you a run for your money. He’s pretty headstrong, though so are you. It should be interesting..”
 
“Uh huh” said Bridget as she walked out of the tack room, just what she needed. She came here to win, why did some stuck up arrogant male feel the need to step on her toes already? Oh wait, because they always did. She had had enough drama in her life, she didn’t need any more. Then again she was a big girl now, and she wasn’t going down without a fight.

Show Name: Forget Me Not
Barn Name: Cole
Discipline: Hunters
Height: 16h
 
*Cole is Jessica's main mount, however numerous horses will appear throughout the novel as she rides clients horses on a regular basis.

Full Name: Bridget Amelia Devon
Nicknames: Bridge, Sass
Age: July 17; 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Staff or Student: Staff, Barn Manager, coaches some students but prefers to busy herself with riding
Play By: Jessica SpringsteenBridget has always been a bit of a hard ass, which is probably why she gets along with mares so well. She likes things her way, doesn’t deal well with attitude and pushes people to their limits- constantly. She is the kind of person that is a little too blunt, and well it reflects in her coaching as well as her personal life. She rarely lies, but often results in hurt feelings and pathetic apologies- since she really doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but she doesn’t always understand that not everyone wants to be pushed as hard as she was as a child. She has high expectations for herself as well as others, though she forgives others when they fall short- she never forgives herself. Bridget is a complete perfectionist, too the point she has to time her rides as she often loses track of how long she’s been working because she’s too focused on fixing the smallest problem. Her years in the industry have prepped her to be the best, but have also left her with numerous invisible scars that leave her to know nothing but riding. She doesn’t get along with just anyone because of her quest for perfection but those who see past her rough exterior see the sweetheart behind the ice wall. She will do anything for anybody, no matter how much it hurts her.Bridget had a wonderful childhood. Sure it wasn’t exactly normal to spend every waking moment being paraded around like a model of your parent’s perfect lifestyle and excellent parenting skills, but she didn’t know any better. She knew her life was different, but she was never really bothered by it. Her parents left her alone and gave her whatever she wanted, as a child Bridget really could have cared less. It was her parent’s close friend, Michelle, who introduced her to riding when she was six years old. She was married to one of David’s colleagues and owned a pristine horse farm just outside of Toronto. She fell in love with the sport, starting out on made ponies and eventually working her way into the show ring. At age 7 she galloped around the short stirrup ring, staying there for two seasons before moving into smalls. Her first year she rode a “sit and hold on” pony that qualified her for the Royal Winter Fair, leaving her to pin top ten in all of her classes. She thought she was the best rider ever, until she had to get on a green pony.
 
She spent the next year riding two green smalls for Michelle’s clients- who let’s just say didn’t always get the results they wanted. However, she continued her winning streak on a medium that had show miles. She qualified the medium and took Reserve Champion at the Royal, qualifying one of the two smalls but not pinning. She continued this trend of having one finished pony and a handful of greenies, though she was soon able to pin well on green horses and made them seem effortless. At twelve she started schooling only green horses and the odd large pony, though her height was starting to become an issue. At the age of 13 she got her first equitation horse, which she showed in the Jump Canada Medal though with no impressive results. At fourteen she started showing jumpers, and entered the CET medal as well as the Jump Canada. However, only qualified for Jump Canada Medal. At fifteen she claimed the Jump Canada title, and qualified for CET. At sixteen she started winning in open jumper and hunter classes on the A circuit with green horses. However, this year didn’t end so smoothly.
 
Horse shows with Michelle meant a lot of time her husband, John. He was for the most part a nice guy until some not so nice things went on between closed doors with him and Bridget. Call it assault, call it an affair- really the rumor mill has said it all, and Bridget won’t confirm or deny anything to anybody, especially after her almost mother left her on the street with no horses to ride, and parents who disowned her for ruining the family name. It sounds tragic, and at the time Bridget was terrified, but it made her stronger in the end. Though she never really got over being abandoned by the one person she cared about, Michelle. She won’t talk about it, she won’t talk about anything personal- but nobody knows that. She nicely brushes you off if you ask her about her past, and if you know then well- you know that she won’t tell anybody, which means she really won’t tell you.
 
This may sound tragic, but Bridget was never the kind to get down on herself. Always a fighter, she became a working student for a top A circuit coach named Jessica who had a mare named Sass that was well, full of sass. She took the mare and turned her career around, which led Jessica to put a lot of nice horses underneath her. It was that year of riding that really changed her, refined her even more- especially for the jumper ring, seeing as that was where Jessica excelled. Bridget was being homeschooled and riding at least eight horses a day, all under the supervision of Jessica. The constant knit picking and ‘no holding back’ on Jessica’s part took a toll on Bridget, turning her into the raging perfectionist she is now. However, it turned her into an incredible rider. That year, motivated not only by Jessica but by determination to prove she wasn’t going to be written out by Michelle and her farm, she dominated. Bridget took the CET medal at the Royal, was the overall champion in the Hunter Derby series, and competed in her first Grand Prix. The next year was just as successful, though her years as an equitation rider in Canada were over. In her last year as a junior Bridget qualified for Maclay . However, she had to switch horses last minute and ride one of Jessica’s Grand Prix jumpers. Bridget finished a very respectable 8th. After her years of equitation training were over Bridget went on to get a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in psychology and criminology. Bridget competed and worked for Jessica throughout the years, earning various Grand Prix titles and doing well in the hunter rings as well. But now she’s here to train, and to face living close to people who just might know her secret. Let the rumors fly, because she's back.