Chapter 18

Early mornings in Islanthia were often dark and cold. But Penelope often spent those mornings indoors, with the temperature perpetually set to 78.8 degrees Fahrenheit. The warm cabin was able to block out the cold, icy winds effortlessly. It was rare for her to give herself a day off. Penelope decided to spend the day lounging around at home. Business at her flower shop was booming, much to her surprise. The consumers' demands were a lot higher than the limited supplies she had. At the moment, many species had gone out of stock. Perhaps it was thanks to Penelope's efforts to nurture bright and colorful flowers in the greenhouse despite living in a frigid country that everyone got to feel a warmth that spread to their souls. As Penelope lay on her bed, she tapped on Twitter. She wanted to scroll through the latest interesting news that had occurred in Cheronia. But once she tapped into the trending list, she was surprised to see many hashtags featuring her, Eric, and Ingrid. Wait,