A soft gasp came from the doorway.
It was Penelope.
Darren froze in his chair and he stared at her. He was already wracking with guilt seeing her just standing there, a trembling violet in a simple lavender dress.
Her eyes, still faintly red, widened in pure, unadulterated shock. She wasn't expecting grandeur, but she was expecting intimacy. Seeing the powerful, glamorous women already seated – Rachel's severity and Cheyenne's intimidating presence. It felt like a real life punch in the face.
What was going on here?
Rachel stared at her, her jaw tight. She knew that Penelope was probably the woman Darren loved the most. And even though she was ashamed to admit it, Rachel was jealous of the young, beautiful girl.
For Penny, her hopeful flutter over the daisies Darren had given her, died instantly. She clutched her small purse like a lifeline. He brought other women? Why?
