Penelope sat on the couch in front of the fireplace in her room, grinding her teeth in anger.
She pushed herself off the cushion, pacing up and down her room. "Who does that b***h think she is? How dare she?!"
She continued to pace up and down tightening her fist. "Even after everything I have done in this castle! A nobody like her dares to do such! I am going to make sure she pays for this insult! Who the f**k does she think she is?!"
She suddenly halted. A thought ran into her mind, "Wait!" She furrowed her brows. "What... What if she has bewitched the prince?..."
"Exactly! She must have! She has those eyes after all! So obviously she must have! It all makes sense now! Prince Lucien would never stoop so low to her standard if she didn't! She must have! That witch!"
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