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Copenhagen, Denmark
PENELOPE STRETCHED IN her business class seat aboard a Scandinavian SAS flight, her head still throbbing with stress. The seat reclined flat and the ten-hour flight was the first time she’d slept since before she’d left New York. Touching a button that elevated her seat, she reached for a bottle of water and drank, thankful for the predawn quietness in the shrouded cabin. Few people other than flight attendants were awake at this hour.
Penelope enjoyed the solitude of flying, particularly after the last two days. After being unable to get past the paparazzi to her home in peace, she had been followed to Scarlett’s townhouse in the SUV that Verena drove. In less than a day, the media attention had become a nightmare that Penelope felt she couldn’t impose on friends.
