THE REBEL PATH / lucia

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Lucia was resilient, but a woman who never quite had the opportunity to showcase her capabilities. The Stirling’s patriarchy had been a long-standing tradition for generations, all of which hindered the women from getting to truly show their worth and be as appreciated in the family business. But why should the men have all of the fun when they’d often lack the strategic intelligence to manage a company without being guided by their egos and fury-fueled testosterone? Lucia could only quirk a brow begrudgingly as she’d silently observe the series of mistakes that her male counterparts would make in the name of the Stirling enterprise.

She had what it took to be just as good, if not better than the men in her family — she was sure of it. And, as she walked Ripley around the territory in the early hours of the morning, an idea cropped up as she noticed Colt some distance away, training hard by himself. Brows bunched together, looking over her shoulder as if she expected her family to be breathing down her neck, before she approached with her arms tight across her chest as Colt had a moment's break.

❝ Where’d you learn how to do all of that? ❞ She enquired with curiosity, lips curled downwards as she went to lean her side against a tree trunk. It reminded her of the sort of exercises that William was obsessed with doing to maintain his toned figure, but surely Colt looked to have years of experience looking at his good form and stamina. Nothing that her brother could have taught him in such a short space of time.

With a moment of hesitation, Lucia shrugged half-heartedly before she challenged, ❝ I bet I could do it, too. ❞ Lips quirked playfully, glancing over her shoulder again before looking back at Colt and wagging her brows. ❝ Teach me your ways? ❞