The next day, Flossie Wright slept until late morning.
By the time she got up, Glenn Hutchinson, that indulgent bastard, had disappeared without a trace. The only thing that soothed her was the breakfast laid out on the table.
Not much, just two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, but in this place, it was already considered a delicious meal.
After finishing her breakfast, Flossie stretched lazily, changed into casual clothes, and stepped out.
At eleven in the morning, the people at the Campsite had already been up for five or six hours, standing guard or being busy as usual.
Seeing that it was about time, Flossie called over Belinda Nichols, Sandy Cruz, and Rowdy Brightwill.
However, as soon as she saw them, Flossie frowned disdainfully, "Go change your clothes first."
"..."
The three exchanged silent glances.
"Like yours?" Rowdy Brightwill was the first to ask, scanning Flossie from head to toe.
