Once Luca’s clothes had been washed and dried, they returned home, taking the packages to Penelope’s room. The bed was made and the clothes that had been left on the floor were now gone, the handbag hanging in her walk-in wardrobe where they put Luca’s clothes. The ones she bought for herself went in the clothes basket in her ensuite.
Penelope stared at the clothes at the back of her walk-in wardrobe. “Our housekeeper is going to notice them.”
“Tell her it isn’t necessary for her to take care of your room. That you’ll do it in future.”
“I’m not about to clean my room.” She wouldn’t have a clue where to start.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Oh.”
“You think I am not capable?”
She shook her head. “No. I just didn’t think of it.” Things were becoming more complicated by the minute. She didn’
