Coming out of her thoughts of the past, Yvonne smiled at Demon who was standing next to her.
Howard was still nowhere to be found but she was sure that he was safe as Demon was monitoring him using his keen senses.
She had been in constant communication with her Uncle Marcus as he reported the number of times they had supplied crates of soap to the Capital in the last few months.
One crate contained one hundred soaps and by now, CLOVER had already donated over twelve crates which had been put to good use according to the reports she had been receiving.
This made the girl smile as she was helping out in whatever way that she could.
With the cool breeze blowing around her, Yvonne laid down on the picnic sheets, basking in the sun's rays that peeked through the branches and leaves covering the sky above her.
Roselie had spread the sheet in the optimal location where the most shade from the trees' branches was found.
To anyone who is confused, Yvonne is dreaming about events of the script right now.