5
BERMUDA TRIANGLE
ATLANTIC OCEAN
MID AFTERNOON
Penelope Kensington was almost fifteen years old, and proud of it. By all rights, she figured boredom should have killed her off ages ago.
Oh sure, she lived in a big fancy house with lots of servants. And her father was a powerful U.S. Senator. Not many girls could make that kind of claim.
But for heaven’s sake, did politics always have to be so boring? Ever since he’d gotten elected, her father was constantly being pressured to attend some dinner or charity or function.
How she longed for those misty golden days, back when her mother was still alive, before she’d gotten shuttled back and forth between nannies, boarding schools, summer camps, and still more nannies!
Now that she was fourteen, practically a real grownup woman herself,
