Isabella Martini - POV
"How do people live in here?" I growled for the nth time as I threw my phone on the bed and stared at Arlo, who was busy looking at a map. He briefly looked at me before he continued his work again. "Aren't you getting bored?"
"I have work to do."
"What do people in here do to pass the day?" I asked him, and when he was about to answer, we heard a knock on our door. I got down from the bed and opened the door to see Nelson standing there with a warm smile on his face.
"Dinner is ready. Shall we go and eat?"
"Sure," I told him and turned around to face Arlo, who had already put away his work. "You go ahead, Mr. Nelson, we will be there shortly," I told him, and he nodded his head and left. Five minutes later, Arlo and I walked out of our cabin and began walking towards the only source of light that could be seen. As we got closer, I realized that there was a huge bonfire and a table to the side with the food.
