Penelope’s smile reached to her ear, radiating such a joyous shine it could blind.
Of course, she remained unaware of it, even though she was looking at herself in front of the large, oval mirror.
She stops brushing her hair, hearing the doorknob rattling.
She immediately turns her gaze towards the door when she heard it creak open.
An old woman peaked from the entrance, her creasing forehead became more prominent, noticing Pen’s expression.
Though walking shakily, she kept her dominant composure even if she was hunching and her steps slow.
Penelope straighten, shifting her body to turn to her, along with putting on a straight face.
She flinches from the sudden thud of the woman’s cane on the floor, swallowing hard when her heart beat nearly stops from the sound getting closer.
“It
