Chapter 27: Isabella's Ways Of Herb Picking

Ten feet.

That was the distance Isabella had forced them to maintain from her.

Ophelia, Shelia, and Asael trailed behind like a silent, anxious support group, watching Isabella stomp into the wilderness with the determination of a woman on a mission.

She had zero experience in hunting, gathering, or even surviving in the wild, but what she did have was instincts, a healthy level of paranoia, and a lifetime of beauty product knowledge that she was about to apply in the most ridiculous way possible.

The first potential hazard appeared sooner than expected.

Isabella spotted a plump, deep-red fruit dangling innocently from a low-hanging branch. She narrowed her eyes.

She knew this one. She has seen many like it yesterday.

It was the wild equivalent of a landmine—press too hard, and boom! Face full of fruit guts.

She crouched low, rolling her shoulders like she was in an action movie.

Then, without hesitation—she ducked.