"Baby, you need to get out of your room at some point?" Nana says.
I sniff, "No."
I don't think I can handle being outside my room right now, I don't want to face the world. The world probably knows by now what happened.
"Penelope, I will not ask you again," she says sternly.
Dammit, Nana, can't a girl be depressed in peace.
I get out of my bed and walks to the door, unlock it, and walk back to my bed.
She opens the door and walks into my room and straight to the curtains, she pushes them open and they and my eyes burn from the light.
"Nana," I groan.
"Thank you so much for coming, Penelope," Dr Lewandowski smiles.I take my seat in a seat on the all too familiar red velvet couch, that she has somehow kept clean and fresh, ever since she bought it, not a stain in sight."It's been a long time since we last saw each other," she says."Six months," I chuckle nervously."And why is that?"Dr Mary Lewandowski, the only other person I've trusted with my feelings, her forest-green eyes, always had a calming effect. Like looking into a beautiful forest, her chestnut brown hair, that she always kept in a neat bun, not a strand hanging out, she made sanity look effortless.
After a relaxing day out with Archie, we finally decide to head home for dinner, I needed today, to get away, get some fresh air and spend time with someone I trust."So, you had a good day?"I smile, "Yes I did, thank you so much, Arch, I really needed it.""I know, I did too," he confesses."Works been that stressful?"He sighs as he makes a right turn into my neighbourhood, "It's Ashby, he's behaviour has not only been affecting you but everyone at home, he's been a complete dick,"I frown.Has my relationship with Henry gotten to him t
"Babe, come on, we need to get going," I tell Henry, who was still doing his hair."Almost done," he replies.I put on my earrings, look at myself in the mirror and smile. I look good, even I have to admit it to myself. I get up from my vanity chair and walk to bed, I pick up my phone and text Archie that we are about to leave.Henry finally walks out of the bathroom, he's dressed in a nice blue suit and a white shirt, with the top buttons undone."So, what do you think?" he asks as he walks towards me.I get up from the bed and look up at his hair, and he has the cutest set of curls on his head.I gush, "
Henry looks at me and I watch as his beautiful blue eyes fill up with tears."Penny, you –"Surprise baby," I smile. He lifts me and kisses me."You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, thank you, baby,"Everyone coos and we share another kiss.He lowers me to the ground, and I walk over to the twins."Thank you, guys. This looks amazing," I say, looking around the room."Anything for your princess and Henry, of course," Ashby smiles."Henry almost cried," Archie laughs, "Y
I hate party poopers, gate crashers, and anyone who just wants to rumple on the happiness of others. My dad is one of those people."I can't believe you didn't invite me to your own birthday party Henry. I'm your father," he says faking his disappointment."We did it for a reason, Jeffery," my mother defends.I walk up to my father with the intent of beating the hell out of him, but I decide not to. I stare him down and shake my head. He had some nerve showing up here after everything he has done to me."What are you doing, father?'He smirks, "To see you son.""Bullshit.""I try to be the bigger person, a better father and this is how you treat me?"I chuckle, "We both know that that's not true. Please leave."I really thought you'd be happy to see me,""No. After everything you've done. You should be grateful that we didn't get you arrested."My father walks over to our table and picks up a glass of champagne. He looks at Penny and chuckles before chugging down the champagne."I see
"Come in, Godfrey." The room, adorned with classic furnishings and antique fixtures, takes on a subdued ambiance as the middle-aged man gracefully enters. His splendid hair, neatly gelled, exudes an air of meticulous grooming, adding to the pomp and circumstance that always surrounds him. "Your father is here to see you." I exhale audibly, a subtle roll of my eyes betraying my reluctance. "I'll be down in a moment." "Okay, sir," Godfrey acknowledges, his voice carrying an undertone of deference. He turns around, adding with formality, "Your highness." The room, draped in regal tapestries and bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting, holds an air of restrained opulence. The scent of aged leather and polished mahogany furniture lingers as Godfrey makes his exit, leaving the room with a quiet sense of anticipation. I finish the remainder of my whiskey, its rich amber hue reflecting the subdued elegance of the surroundings. Slipping into a silk Gucci robe, I take a moment to relish
1. PENELOPE A cacophony of disco lights, neon hues, and pulsating music – a scene I vehemently despise with every fibre of my being. It's an aversion uncommon for a 24-year-old, a preference for the solace of indoor comforts. Given the choice, I'd opt for the warmth of N*****x and the embrace of a gripping crime novel, accompanied by the soothing tones of Lo-fi chill music. Tonight, however, marks a deviation from my usual sanctuary.My steadfast companion, Sophia, had yanked me from the familiar confines of my haven on a Tuesday night, disrupting the rhythm of a typical workweek. The question of why I maintain such a friendship persists, and the answer echoes clearly – love."Having fun?" Sophia inquires, her eyebrows wiggling mischievously.I frown, my reluctance evident. "No."Hoping my lack of enthusiasm would be persuasive enough for her to usher me home, I anticipate a reprieve. Instead, Sophia rolls her eyes, dismissing my resistance. "You are such a drip. Let me go get
1. HENRY"Penny, the boss wants to see you," Mara, the boss’s assistant, announces from the doorway, her presence casting a shadow over my desk.I nod, rising from my seat and straightening my blouse before making my way to the boss’s office. Stepping into the elevator, I feel a sense of apprehension creeping over me as it ascends to the top floor. The long passageway leading to Mr. Goodwill's office feels like a journey into the unknown, each step echoing with uncertainty.I knock on the door, and his voice beckons me inside. Mr. Goodwill's gaze sweeps over me as I approach his desk, sending a shiver down my spine. Though he's in his early thirties, his features lack the allure that his position of power seems to afford him."Take a seat," he gestures, his voice carrying a hint of underlying intent.I comply, settling into the chair across from him, my nerves on edge."Well, Penelope, I'm very impressed with your work lately. You've really helped boost the company's financials w