Penelope Featherington Book Appearance Novels & Stories

I know that this world was inside the novel but facing them in reality still leave me dumbfounded. I swallowed a sigh upon coming up my to own conclusion. And I almost forgot that I also have an unusual eye colors. I, Penelope, also have an unusual eye color. Purple. And it's all possible because this world is inside the novel, and their appearance were as what they were described in the novel.

They wouldn't lie to me. But that very day, while I was teaching the class, two unexpected figures appeared in front of us. "Daddy!" "Milton, so you really are here!" It had been a long time since I had seen Penelope and Hughie. I had never seen them look this disheveled. Penelope used to carry herself like a princess, calm and composed, no matter what she did. Now, her hair hung loosely over her shoulders, her eyes bloodshot. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, faint but unmistakable.

We are from different generations and she'd probably like something else, something I probably don't like. “A movie, duh!” I could have sworn that she rolled her eyes at me with a small smile on her face. “What movie?” “Series, rather.” She changed her mind. I guess I'll just stick to whatever she watches. “Which one?” “The sex lives of college girls!” She was excited. If I were to describe her joy, it would be better described as what Penelope Featherington felt when Colin Bridgerton kissed her in the carriage. She looked like she would scream if there were no consequences. She sure is a free maid and I doubt Mummy Gold disturbs her as she wasn't even awake when I got here last night.

That was what made the environment lively for her. As Ember scanned the hall, she didn't expect to see someone who would cause her trouble. Penelope was there as well. She wore an exquisite pale yellow gown embellished with small diamonds and a round pearl necklace around her neck, making her the focus of attention wherever she went. She had also carefully applied little makeup, making her appear more radiant. She was currently conversing with her friends and appeared to be giggling happily. Ember didn't want to cause any trouble. She was ready to turn around and adjust her position when Penelope caught sight of her.

Her eyes grew wide, glimpsing at the red-haired maiden sitting on a large wing chair in front of the fireplace, reading an enormous book. Aunt Penelope Hallow was not what she expected to be, thinking she was an old lady in her forties. The woman’s figure remained in shape, hour glass in her loose yellow dress, her round bosom emphasized because of how the clothing hugged her body. Her eyes were like that of a fox, sharp, sensual, and alluring, yet there was this subtleness when she turned to look at them. A beautiful set of pearly whites greeted them upon her smile, which gave her heart shape face a sort of enchanting glow.

"Would you like to hold her?" "Um, Okay."He replied. He was hesitant, he's nervous about this. I picked Penelope up from her playpen and held her a moment before passing her to him. I made sure to do it in such a way that it was ever so slow, since he's never actually held a child before. "Hi, Penelope."He was looking at her and holding her little hand."She looks like you, I'm sure you hear that a lot." "Actually I hear it more that she looks like you. I think it's the eyes."It was definitely the eyes. It was ever more clear to me having them both in the same room.

“You’re acting like you’re the one traveling.” “I spiritually am.” Penelope laughed softly. Demetria had insisted on accompanying her today till she left on the bus, heading to the airport. Demetria immediately grabbed her shoulders and inspected her outfit again. Black fitted pants, cream sweater and a long navy coat, minimal makeup and soft black waves framing her face. Demetria nodded approvingly, “Good. You look so beautiful.” Penelope snorted, “I wish.” “Of course, you are.” Then Demetria gasped suddenly, “WAIT.”

"They don't look deadly, but a footlong's a footlong. And apparently they're packed with 12 inches of knock out bread." We laughed together and | finally got a good look at her. She had nice auburn colored hair with wisps of a golden yellow in them. She had a set of intelligent eyes that were a light blue and brown. "I'm Penelope," | stuck out my hand for her to shake and she obligingly took it. And it feels good as her hand touches mine...

I watch as Penelope peeks her head in and holds up her book as she questions, “Do you mind if I read in here now?” I shake my head no and begin to smile as I remember the book with the seductive cover that she had earlier. I try to hide my smile as I say, “Of course not. Come on in, Penelope.” She smiles as she walks in and I try not to stare, but her new outfit fits her perfectly. She wore a white lace romper that had a halter top, and her black curls were brushed toward the right side of her face.

Still, my stomach churned with unease as I walked through the door. The house was quiet—the kind of quiet that felt heavy with unspoken words. I made my way toward the sitting room, only to stop short when I heard voices. “So good to see you again, Lionel. I’ve missed this—missed us.” Penelope’s voice drifted from the room, soft and honeyed. My chest tightened as I stepped closer, peeking around the corner. There she was, draped across the armchair like she owned the place. Her long, perfectly styled hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson dress hugged her curves in a way that felt almost calculated.