Hit Me

Chapter 3

As Beatrice and I continued our escapades through the 18th-century landscape, the whims of time had more surprises in store. Our laughter echoed through quaint streets, where horse-drawn carriages clattered and market vendors peddled their wares. It was a world both enchanting and absurd, and with every passing moment, I marveled at the comedy woven into the fabric of history.

One day, as we strolled through the bustling market square, an enticing aroma wafted through the air – a blend of spices, freshly baked bread, and the unmistakable scent of adventure. The market was a feast for the senses, with colorful stalls offering exotic goods and peculiar trinkets. Amidst this sensory overload, our laughter echoed like a symphony.

However, our harmonious journey took an unexpected turn when we encountered a local apothecary. Intrigued by the potions and elixirs on display, we ventured inside, only to be met with a startling revelation about the state of hygiene in the 18th century.

As we perused the curious concoctions, Beatrice and I exchanged amused glances, realizing that the concept of showers had yet to grace this era. The realization dawned on me as I contemplated the aromatic symphony that filled the air – a cacophony of odors from a time when bathing was a luxury reserved for the daring.

Undeterred by the historical stench, Beatrice and I continued our journey, navigating the delicate art of courtship in an era where cleanliness was not exactly next to godliness. Our shared amusement became a shield against the peculiarities of the past, turning every encounter into a comedic spectacle.

Little did we know that the forces of time were preparing their next act, and a storm brewed on the horizon. As ominous clouds gathered above, lightning crackled, and the air hummed with anticipation. Brace yourself for the next chapter, where the laughter of our time-traveling duo collides with the tempest of time itself.