"I am indeed Mrs. Blackwood," Penelope replied, smiling as she admired Leslie's beauty. It wasn't the subtle type of beauty—no, hers screamed supermodel, stepping right out of a magazine or photoshoot. Her personality was timid and a tad shy, though. Penelope wondered if Leslie even realized how pretty she was herself.
"We've been assigned to update your wardrobe. I just need to get your correct measurements, though Mr. Blackwood already gave us a scale, and from the looks of it..." she said, giving Leslie an appreciative glance.
Leslie's mouth ran open, her heart thumping lightly. "H... he gave you my... measurement?"
Penelope nodded. "And he must really know your body. Most of the scales were correct."
Heat rose up Leslie's neck. "And all these are... mine?"
"Mm hmm."
"Why would Mr. Blackwood do this?" Leslie wondered. "I'll have to ask. I can't accept it all." The slight thump of her heart increased. No one, apart from Dad, had ever treated her this nicely before. A rush of warmth
