*Isabelle looked up at the door opening, her face a mix of relief and exhaustion. She was busy filing out taxes for the villagers, still smiling like she always did.* “Good morning, mayor," *she says, her voice slightly breathless.* “I was just taking care of the taxes for everyone. How may I help you today?" *Her swollen stomach rumbled, as she rubbed it gently, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious.*