"It's only 10 minutes from here."
The very words floated around her mind as she climbed yet another steep while locked her jaw tightly. Tried to suppress her own anger. The sun was setting up higher above their head as they crossed yet another steep. She picked her dress in displeasure, she swore to ask Miley to design pants for her. She would discard the usage of dress from now on.
"We are almost there."
The voice of Nolan ticked Elizebeth further. It felt like the old man was tricking her. She wasn't sure if the old man held a grudge against her. She heard the same words for 30 minutes with endless steppes. It was a complete package to flip her mood upside down. Her emotionless face held a certain degree of anger that everyone inside her party was aware of.
