Birthday Girl Penelope Douglas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Penelope said as she returned everyone's courtesies. "Today is Priscilla's birthday party. I'm just a food lover here to enjoy a meal." Princess Margot responded, "Penelope, during the freezing rain disaster last time, you stepped forward and raised a substantial amount of funds for the disaster area, supplying clothes and food. Your kindness and courage put us royal princesses to shame."

She was happy — probably happiest the most when she had his attention. Mason was holding her, tickling and playing with her like any father would with their daughter. Little did i know when he showed up at the hotel that day, that he would actually turn out to be a pretty great Dad. It suited him! If his time away didn't change him — Penelope sure would. "The birthday girl looks like she's enjoying herself."My father said, and stood beside me and watched them both."You put on a great party for her, sweetheart. You should be proud."

"This way, Young Miss," Butler Shang said, pointing at the Dinner Hall. "Thank you, Butler Shang," Penelope said, and the maids got shocked, even Butler Shang got shocked. Even so, Butler bowed "You’re welcome, young Miss." Butler Shang said and Penelope just nodded and went to the Dining Hall. Arriving at the Dining Hall Penelope saw a brown-haired, muscular man sitting next to Madam Giselle. 'Penelope's Father is muscular and brown-haired, based on the novel I wrote.'Penelope thought

A gorgeous blonde with baby blue eyes and a kind smile, she walked up to Leslie, who was still shell-shocked, with outstretched hands. “Hello, I'm Lady P, but you can call me Penelope.” “This... I... I'm Leslie,” she said, shaking hands with the blonde. “Are you at the wrong address, perhaps?” Leslie croaked out, treading carefully. Penelope laughed heartily. “My, my, you're a funny lady, Mrs. Blackwood. All these,” she said, gesturing to the clothes, shoes, bags, and other items which were quickly filling the large living room, “are for you, Mrs. Blackwood. We've brought them here as requested by Mr. Blackwood.”

I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“ “Penelope Douglas about Jordan and Pike Lawson, who is her ex-boyfriend’s dad, but yet they fell for each other and in the end have kids and her ex was happy with it. Yeah, I’ve read it but that’s not what I was referring to,” he interrupted and I scrunched her eyebrows together and looked perplexed and what he had just said, “I was talking about me and you and whether you like it or not.” He knew Pike Lawson and damnit that man had my heart. He knew that I knew what he was talking about but played dumb.

I blinked. "Your... daughter?" "Yes." She laughed softly. "My daughter." Then, almost instantly— "Oh..." "My mistake." "You wouldn't know." I remained silent. She was right. I didn't. Ten years. Somewhere during those ten years... Life had quietly moved forward. Penelope had married. Started a family. Had a daughter. And now... That daughter was old enough to attend college. Time really didn't wait for anyone. "Her name is Petal," Penelope continued.

"And so what if you're still seventeen. You'll turn eighteen before you have your baby. Don't worry Penny. You have me with you." "I'm glad you're here Aurora. You'll be her fairy godmother, right?" Aurora laughed and nodded. "Of course. But how do you know it will be a girl?" "Wishful thinking." Penelope grinned. "I want it to be a girl." Then a dreamy sigh escaped her. "I can't wait to see the look on Tyler's face when I tell him." They spent the entire day in the library, talking about Penelope's unborn baby and making plans until night came.

The woman beamed, sprinting up, “Hello! Are you Cal’s assistant?” Penelope walked to her desk, “Yes I am.” “Oh wow! You're a pretty one. Vanessa Dawson, you?” Vanessa stretched forth her hand and Penelope's jaw fell. Vanessa…Dawson? As in…Calvin's sister?! She had seen her on I*******m, but she was even more beautiful in real life. And it was now she noticed the resemblance. “Hi ..hi, nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Penelope Adams,” Penny shook her hand shakily and the girl giggled.

"Ugh! This could have been a rom-com from the start! But noooo, these two were too busy tripping over their own feelings—and, in Sabrina's case, her own dress. Saben giggled. “Mommy, you were covered in chocolate? Like a dessert?” Penelope nodded eagerly. “Oh, completely covered. She looked like a walking chocolate bar!” Sabrina let out an exasperated sigh. “I was fifteen. Can we please move on now?” But Penelope wasn't done. She wagged a finger at the air. "Oh no, no, no. Because, ladies and gentlemen, that was not her only legendary moment. Let us now recall. the banana peel incident."

The dot stopped at Hotel Streamside. I told the driver to speed up, and before I even got close, the explosion of confetti thundered in my ears. I approached the scene. The whole place was raining confetti, and it blurred the guests' faces. A pair of waiters were pushing a cake that was taller than an adult toward the center of the party. "Happy birthday, honey! Here's to our fifth anniversary!" My heart sank. I knew that voice. Salazar Solomon's. My husband's. And he was calling the woman in his arms his wife.