Romans & histoires Birthday Girl Penelope Douglas

SELENE It is amazing how busy you can make yourself when you don't want to think about an issue. Thankfully Pen had given birth to a little boy, she now had two of each. Hopefully that would be the end of Juliens demands on her body. I quickly organised a package of toys for the other children, a big online card from myself and Troy. All filled with the joy for a birth that I knew deep down Pen didn’t want to happen in the first place.

I still remembered the year Carly was first brought home. Her past was so tragic that our entire family treated her like something precious. I was only six years old at the time. Dad told me, "She's your younger sister now. Protect her as you would protect your own eyes." I nodded firmly, making sure to engrave those words into my heart, one by one. Carly had been rescued from the ruins. Dad and Jacob had brought her back during one of their missions. She was the only survivor of a dying litter of rogue pups. Everyone called her resilient, saying she was a divine blessing—a pup favored by the Moon Goddess. I believed it, too.

" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope allowed herself to be led, her curiosity piqued. The girls proudly displayed the dolls, each one meticulously dressed and positioned as if mid-adventure. Penelope's breath caught as she recognized them "These... these were mine when I was your age she said softly, reaching out to touch one. Daphne beamed. "Really? What are their name?" Penelope settled next to her daughters look, picking up the first doll. "This is Lily. She was my favorite, she said, brushing a strand of the doll's hair back. She moved to the next one, her voice gentle and filled with nostalgia. "And this is Dora. And that one over there is Sophie."

"Happy Birthday!" Alena was woken by her sister and best friend. She groaned and turned, sleeping again until they started jumping on her bed. "Get up, Sleeping Beauty!" Penelope yelled. "You have to. It's five in the afternoon and it was called weeks ago. So the restaurant would be empty today. It's just going to be us and our friends. Come on!" When she didn't answer, Penelope hit her with a pillow. "What the hell? I'm two months pregnant. Don't fucking hit me." She glared at her. "And I said I didn't want a party."

“Tell you what, I have no flower girl yet and I was thinking you’d be perfect for the position, what do you think? Would you like to be my flower girl?” Penelope’s eyes grew wide and she jumped up and down screaming yes! Then she ran to her mother, “Mom! You have to make me a dress!” “Mom doesn’t need to because I will have your dress made.” I informed her. “A dress fit for a princess!” Penelope hugged me again. “You’re the best queen in the whole world and I don’t care what Miss Halloway says.” My curiosity piques. “Who is Miss Halloway and what has she been saying?” I asked, standing up and letting the little girl lead me to the table to sit.

As they settled on the small space that had soft grasses that popped out of the ground like they were on a picnic—without its luxuries, they continued their discussion, this time being Penelope's turn to talk. “I grew up with my grandmother,” she started as she took a big bite of the mango she and the others had plucked earlier. “What happened to your parents?” Derek asked, being the most forward of them all. “My parents,” Penelope said as her eyes wandered. It was clear rhat she was reminiscing. After a few seconds, she continued, “When I was four —” “How about we get more comfortable?” Derek interrupted as he shone his flashlight from tree to tree. “I'm coming,” he said as he stood up and

Penelope was not a lucky child when growing up, and she had to do through so much to feel in line, but that didn’t stop her from loving her younger sister, Cassandra, who was ten years younger than her; she loved her immensely despite her mother being so mean to her, and eventually, after her father died, life got hard for her; she had to stop school for some time, and then, remembering her mother’s witchcraft that she had taught her way back before she died, she decided to practice it since she had nothing else to do, Penelope, She eventually got used to the fact that her stepmother hated her and never wanted her to win anything. It was just her daughter Cassandra who loved her big sister P

She stood in front of the big, incredible mansion and mustered the courage to ring the bell. An aged woman rushed to the gate and ushered her in. “You need to be the new maid right here. I’m Mrs. Penelope Douglas. Welcome, my expensive,” Penelope said. Rose surveyed the elderly lady with gray hair and answered, “thanks, Granny Penelope. My name is Rose Becker,” with a warm smile. Having lured and scammed many guys before, pretense changed into 2d nature to her. Penelope smiled and led Rose internal.Penelope confirmed her around the grand mansion, and Rose’s eyes widened in admiration.

When Larissa got up in the morning, she saw Caspian, Rio, and Dylan laughing at their phones. "What are you watching?" Larissa asked curiously. Dylan showed her his phone. "Larissa, look at Penelope stripping. She was screaming that it itched! My eyes!" Rio chuckled. "Women become tigerish past their 40s, after all!" Larissa quirked a smile. She was certain it was because Vincent had sprinkled Crawly Dust on Penelope. But she hadn't expected Penelope to be so open-minded. Instead of taking a shower and getting changed, she would rather put on a strip show on the streets!

I felt so stupid for allowing her use me like a pawn in a chess game, I also felt some sort of admiration for her because it must take tremendous skill to be a different person every year and I felt that wave of nostalgia, knowing that I had actually known this person and had communicated with this person like a friend. "Have you traced her to her current apartment? " "No traces of her Sir" "It makes a lot of sense why she never had any neighbors now. It really does make a lot of sense" I said in deep reflection. Then it hit me! Penelope's dog! Surely, no one would buy a dog simply for the fun of it or simply to use it as some form of disguise right? "Penelope had a dog, it was a Pomeranian.