Isabelle jumped as the door of her bedroom opened with a bang, turning her head to glare at the intruder while Anitra helped her slide on a waist-long jacket and button it. It felt strange wearing such tight-fitting clothes, but Tamara had convinced her it would be much more convenient for her to move in pants than a skirt if she planned to walk or even ride around the city.
“Are you out of your mind?” Elaine shouted from the door, stomping inside the room like she owned the place. She was wearing a loose shirt and a pair of brown pants, and for some reason, almost all of her fingers were bandaged. Her hair was braided in two braids that were falling past her shoulders as if to keep them out of the way. Isabelle raised an eyebrow at her strange appearance, but Elaine didn’t seem to notice
