Coco Wadsley was brimming with dissatisfaction towards Joanna Lawrence.
The enemy of an enemy, naturally, would become their ally.
"I didn't sleep well either," Annie Lawrence also admitted, her face worn out as if she had just woken up.
Indeed, she didn't sleep well.
She had arrived late, so all the slightly better rooms were already occupied.
The left-over rooms were the worst of the lot.
Not only was the room Annie was staying in small, but it also lacked daylight. Even in broad daylight, it was pitch dark.
What drove Annie to full-scale despair was her room's proximity to the toilet.
So, she would intermittently smell the stench arising from the toilet, combined with the smell of pig manure.
Not just that, her room was swarming with mosquitoes.
She had never thought about buying mosquito repellent, nor did she have a mosquito net on her bed. Last night, she heard the whining noise of mosquitoes flooding her ears all night long, driving her to near insanity.