Isabella led the girls back to her hut, a small but sturdy little place that barely fit one person comfortably—let alone three.
Outside, they settled down on a flat patch of earth, where the morning air was still cool and refreshing. Birds chirped in the distance, and the leaves rustled with a gentle breeze. For a moment, everything felt peaceful.
Isabella sighed contentedly, stretching her arms behind her head. Maybe this world wasn't so bad.
Then, she remembered something.
She turned to Sheila. "By the way, what season are we in?"
Sheila gave her a strange look. "The hot season."
Isabella froze.
The hot season.
As in heat? As in sweat? As in no fans, no air conditioning, no ice-cold drinks, no deodorant sprays?
She internally screamed.
On the outside, she simply nodded, trying to maintain her composure. "Oh. I see."
Sheila, who had no idea Isabella was currently having a mental breakdown, just shrugged. "Yeah. It's normal. You'll get used to it."
Used to it?
