It was two weeks before the summer classes when Sera and Astarot reached the beautiful cabin in the forest.
They both got out, and the driver drove back. They wanted to rest and relax, so they had decided not to take the Internet with them either.
Both of them walked towards the cabin, and Sera noticed the vast lake, which could be reached even from the balcony.
The cabin was in a rustic style. It was a beautiful, quiet spot that Astarot owned. It was amazing that there were such opportunities to live in Mallorca.
Sera recognized a terrace where there was a barbecue. Also, a cozy sitting area. As clean as the place looked, she knew Astarot had told someone to keep it tidy. "A great property," she said reverently as she dragged her small suitcase behind her. The fresh, warm air cou
