Timothy pov
I stumble into my apartment, the room spinning slightly from all the alcohol. The silence is deafening after the chaos of the club. I don't bother turning on the lights, just kick off my shoes and collapse onto the bed fully clothed.
Sleep comes fast. The sound of my apartment door opening pulls me from the edge of unconsciousness. I lift my head, squinting in the darkness.
"Ethan?" I call out, but it's not Ethan.
Penelope steps into the moonlight streaming through my window. She's wearing a simple dress that hugs her curves, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders. Those hazel eyes find mine, and my breath catches.
"What are you doing here?" I sit up, my heart pounding.
"You know why I'm here." She closes the door behind her, leaning against it. "Very soon you marry
