Penelope stared at the door Luca had closed behind him. She’d half expected to wake up this morning to find he’d been a figment of her imagination. Uncertain if she was happy about learning he was real, she got ready for the day. She was tempted to wear a pair of jeans, but didn’t feel up to a lecture from her grandmother. She chose a summer dress, one that would hopefully meet her approval. Sometimes she didn’t know why she bothered as very little met her grandmother’s approval.
Leaving her room, she headed towards the kitchen, running into her father before she reached it. “Morning.”
“What happened to your car window?”
She’d forgotten about it. “Someone threw a rock.” For a moment she was tempted to tell him it had been shot so she could see his reaction.
“I’ll arrange for a replace
