Andrea Penrose Novels & Stories

he grabbed Penelope by the face and kissed her, it felt like forever. I cleared my throat, drawing their attention, and he turned to me with a beaming smile. As he left, my gaze met Penelope's stunning brown eyes. Her radiant smile revealed a captivating confidence that made her resemble a masterpiece from an art gallery. With her fiery red curls cascading around her, she stood at an impressive 5'6" with curvaceous features. We were of similar height, but she possessed an aura that dominated the room, Penelope lived life fearlessly, not caring about other's opinions. In that moment. I couldn't help but envy her incredible life and magnetic personality.

Zoë murmured sympathetically, eyeing the bowl. Eyes narrowed, Andrea inched it farther away. “No, she’s buying us tickets. On the Internet,” she said with mock anticipation, blue eyes wide. “And since I don’t have a job and as far as I know your job is mooching, there’s no problem, is there?” She shook her braided dark hair in disgust and popped the meringue in the oven, mentally reminding herself to put it on the top shelf so the ancient device wouldn’t scorch the bottoms. Carefully easing the frosted cake out of Zoe’s reach, she grabbed a fresh dishcloth and started to clean up. “Sounds fun,” Zoë said absently, moving around her to lean on the mustard colored refrigerator. Her weave caught

Her brown and slightly gold colored hair which was long and curly was now shoulder length with a fringe in front giving her a sharp and professional look. The woman before me, smile faltered when she noticed the way I was looking at her wordlessly. She must be thinking why am I looking at her so intensely. Probably unsure of whether to approach my desk or just stand there. She cleared her through, probably to take the lead on introductions. “I'm Andrea Herrera, and I'm from Be Bold Fashion Magazine in Los Angeles, California,” she said, as she moved closer to my desk. “I'm one of the finalists for the Illustrative collaboration.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.