Another face-to-face, wordless conversation between herself and the young girl who called herself Y/n, Penelope thought bitterly as they dared not utter a word. At last, it was she who broke the silence, her eyes gleaming with an almost dark intensity to them, focused on the girl in front of her. "I'd like to know two things: who are you and what was so important you needed to bother my tired husband?" Penelope asked coldly, her eyes meeting the younger's.
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