Colin Bridgerton Penelope Featherington 소설 & 이야기

Her mood was a bit damp, mostly because of her mother's eagerness to get her married and the other being that she can't get the silver-haired man or better still the king away from her mind. "And who is the lucky man capable of stealing your heart, Lady Penny?" A soft voice whispered behind her which made her gasp in shock. "Eloise!" Whimpered Penelope annoyingly. Eloise's lips broke into a huge smile and in the process decided to sit beside her closest friend. "Is that how to welcome back your only friend," said Eloise with a little bit of annoyance in her voice. "I'm sorry my queen!" Penelope responded and stood up to give her a bow.

“But you are the one calling.” Pinching the bridge of her nose to stall the headache threatening to attack, Penelope closed her eyes wondering how 18-year-old her had ever found this man attractive. Sure, he was good-looking and easy on the eyes, but beauty was indeed deceiving if you don’t know the cruelty behind the veil. “What do you want?” she finally asked.

She gazed at her reflection, tears blurring the image of the bride she once dreamt of becoming. The voice of Penelope broke through the silence, a forced smile plastered on her face. “You look beautiful,” she purred, her saccharine words grating against Celine's ears. “Thank you,” Celine replied, her tone tight and controlled. “Now, now, don’t look so glum,” Penelope chided. “Are you okay?”

She is wearing a red dress, her breasts look as if they are going to pop out of the deep neckline, her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. “I wouldn't do that to you, sir,” Filippo answers casually. “Very good my boy, this is Penelope, my heiress," he introduces his daughter with a tone full of pride. “An immense pleasure to meet you, Mr. Filippo.” She speaks softly and extends her hand to Filippo, who gives her a kiss, biting down hard on my cheek. The smile, previously restrained, now becomes huge. “Likewise,” he replies nicely, “I don't like it.”

From any angle, she looked like an heiress—arrogant, aimless, and utterly indifferent to consequence. Inside, Connor sprang up from the couch the moment he saw her, his brows knitting into a deep frown. "Are you insane? You let the driver pull in here? Aren't you afraid of making a scene?" Penelope Rowen leaned in close, exhaling a cloud of smoke straight into his face. Her lips curled into a smirk. "What's there to be afraid of? You think Elizabeth doesn't know about us?" Connor choked on the smoke, coughed twice, and took a step back.

The words die on his lips mid-sentence when Penelope appears in the doorway. She's wearing a simple black dress that hugs every curve she's earned through months of training. Her hair falls in waves over her shoulders, catching the restaurant's warm lighting. But it's the way she carries herself that steals my breath confident, purposeful, like she has every right to be here. Gone is the girl who used to duck her head when people looked at her. This woman meets the stares head-on, a slight smile playing at her lips like she knows a secret the rest of us don't.

“Hey, Argent, I hope I’m not interrupting.” My head snaps up, and my eyes dilate as they hone in on Penelope’s majestic form. Every nerve ending in my body vibrates, and my heart begins to palpitate uncontrollably as I take in her appearance. Her gorgeous hair is up in a loose ponytail, and she’s wearing a short flannel dress the color of her eyes. The dress has no sleeves, giving me a visual sweep of her creamy shoulders and the swollen mounds of her cleavage. Swallowing hard, I rise from my chair and face the woman who has haunted my every thought since I met her. “Hello, Penelope. Here visiting?”