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"Yeah, Ethan's decent, but way too uptight. Still holding a grudge after all these years. If he ever needs Jason and Summer? Good luck." Jason waltzed over, fake smile in place, pride flashing in his eyes. He raised his wine glass and stopped right in front of me. "Ethan, don't let them get to you. I'm still your cousin. If you ever need anything, I'm here." Summer let out a snort. "Seriously, grow up. Learn how to deal with people. Just look at you—total train wreck."

The drama queen wasn’t crying any longer. My insistence caused Zavion to move his gaze to Penny. He didn’t give her to me. The infamous hardness of his orbs melted into something softer as he looked at her. Awe flickered in his deadly pools as if he wasn’t able to believe someone this cute can exist. My insides churned with anxiety as he continued to stare at her. “What is her name?” he probed, sounding distinctly curious. “Aspen but you can call me Penny,” Penny endearingly tilted her head at him and answered, smiling. The sight was worth taking pictures of. Warmth spread across my insides. They looked like the perfect father and daughter duo. And with that I also felt a stab of guilt.

Keller's hungry eyes on her pert bottom. Penny was only eighteen, still at school and only worked for the middle-aged obese Mr. Keller on Saturdays to make a little bit of extra money which she mostly spent on clothes and music. Her father had got her the job with Mr. Keller, a fellow churchgoer and family man, recommending Penny as a hard worker who always had a smile on her face, which was absolutely true. She often felt her smile slipping though when Mr. Keller stood a little too closely behind her or made her bend down in front of him to pick something off the lower shelves in the storeroom at the back of the shop.

Penny was in her office in a daze. She tried sketching a dress for her client, but her mind went blank. Her father’s hateful and cruel words were still ringing in her ears. Her family hurt her deeply. Every time she sees Aunt Judy's relationship with her son, Storm, Penny becomes jealous. Aunt Judy had showered her son with love, and Storm was the apple of his mother's eye. At that moment, her assistant, Tina Oaks, entered her office. She smiled at her boss and asked, “What is wrong, Penny? Why are you crying?”

Tina POV I walked gracefully into the manison and slumped on the couch "Gud evening miss Tina"Mrs Christan greeted Well she's actually Penny's Nanny "Evening...where's my cousin?"I asked "She_" The door opened and penny came in with a hot guy I bite my lips scanning my eyes all over his body Nice abs Sexy body And his lips... gosh! They're so red and sexy ! Am already drooling all over this guy If his this hot...I wonder the size of his d!ck

"Wouldn't your uncle and aunt have let you stay with them, Penny?" "I couldn't stay there" Penny said. "You don't know them, Joey. They are both quite old now. Aunt Ann was my mother's eldest sister. Ten years her senior. She and uncle are both Seventy. They would not understand... One can't expect them to. I love them both dearly and I think my aunt is one of sweetest women I know, but she and uncle are very old fashioned. Such a situation would horrify them. Deep down inside me, it horrifies me too... Sometimes "

“My answer is this. The moment you started scheming against me and against those students who fought their way up from nothing, this family was already finished.” Commissioner Reed raised his hand. The tactical officers stepped forward and dragged Leonard out of the room without ceremony. Inside the private room, the relatives who had acted so superior earlier were now huddled in silence, too scared to breathe. I swept my gaze over them and stopped on the cousin who had been the loudest a few minutes ago. “Cousin, didn’t you say you’d report me if I managed to keep my job?” Her knees hit the floor with a thud.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look, their fury intensifying. "Melanie Spencer, get out here right this instant! Stop hiding in there, pretending like you can't hear us! How can you be so rude? How dare you call your cousin an outsider! You know what? You're the outsider in this family! You have no right to talk to your cousin like that!" All that they received in response was dead silence. My body was lying in that bathtub, the one I'd dreamed of soaking in just once. My eyes were wide open. Beneath me was a pool of bloody water.

I think we should go clubbing later tonight,” Penny declared, her voice light and breezy. I stared at her, fork hovering mid-air above my third plate of kleftiko, utterly dumbfounded. “Clubbing?” I repeated, incredulous. “Are you serious?” My cousin’s tiny frame belied the force of her personality. Her black hair shimmered under the soft light, and her brown eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Mischief, it seemed, was aimed directly at me today.

“It survived, and so did you.” Claudia smiled, her voice quiet but firm. “Every stitch is proof.” I continued, moving piece by piece, explaining the meaning behind colors, textures, and lines. Each story I told felt like a release. Each explanation drew nods, smiles, and quiet murmurs of understanding. My mother occasionally interjected with questions or comments, her voice soft but present. She was finally here, and we were finally together without the shadows of past favoritism. The cousin shifted again, her eyes following the garments as I explained. She still said nothing, but her presence was less tense now. It was acknowledgment without words, and I accepted it.