Yvonne’s eyes flashed with anger, but Penelope spoke first. “I have no intention of making things difficult for an innocent party. I’m fine with that arrangement.”
Yvonne gritted her teeth. If she disagreed now, she would look like the one causing trouble. She glanced at the stylist, who was already clasping her hands in gratitude toward Penelope.
“I have no problem with it either,” she forced out.
With the help of assistants, the two women began their makeovers simultaneously.
“Are you attending Mrs. Higgins’s gala?” Yvonne asked.
“Apparently, so are you,” Penelope replied coolly.
“Hah. And in what capacity are you going? As Mrs. Stapleton Jr.? Funny, Mrs. Stapleton never mentioned she was bringing you.”
“What’s the matter? Can’t get my husband’s attention, so you’ve moved on to his mother?”
“Our families have been friends for generations. Theodore and I grew up together, and Mrs. Stapleton has always been fond of me. Between us, you’re the outsider.”
“My husband and I have a marriage certificate. What do you have with him?”
“You—!”
“An outsider? Your homewrecking intentions couldn’t be more obvious.”
“Penelope!”


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