They were both drenched to the bone.
The one walking in front had her military cap tilted off-kilter, her hair was a messy tangle, and her clothes were smeared with a good deal of mud, which made her look somewhat bedraggled.
In contrast, Cassie Ferguson, despite being in the same situation and drenched through, carried herself with undiminished presence, a cool and aloof temperament, and an indifferent expression, as if she had tamed the pouring rain.
Catching sight of the three people, Devina Millet and the other one who had given up, she merely swept them with a cursory glance.
Afterward, her gaze fell on Flossie Wright.
Unlike the others, Flossie was wearing a raincoat, clearly made from parachute material, in a trio of colors: orange, red, and green. Yet Flossie wore it with an effortless, rugged charm.
Under the brim of her cap was a pair of narrow, cool eyes, and when rain splashed into them, they seemed all the more refreshing.
But—
