❝ I have recently returned, ❞ Rose explained, smiling sweetly at the woman.❝ But it’s still nice to meet you Penelope and thank you for the warm welcome, I am Rose. Rose Penelope, actually.❞ There was a little bit of humor to the coincidence, she had never really met another Penelope in her life aside from her grandmother, but it was very nice to. As she mentioned Grace, Rose took another look to her and sighed happily without actually noticing what she had done.❝ Yes, she is my daughter. Grace, I’m just here hoping she didn’t make a bigger havoc that the one in sight. She loves those books that make sounds as the story goes. So, new shipments, you say? Was there anything you’re looking for in particular? I used to spend so much time in this bookstore before moving that I may actually be able to help you out. ❞
“Ah, so you’re like a Lanford veteran.” She joked. “I can understand the appeal, it’s a very interesting place.” Coming from Pennsylvania, she had only ever known charity benefits with fake smiles and not-so-quiet whispers behind your back as you walked away. It was strange to see a town that seemed to be in such... union. “Rose Penelope? You don’t understand how badly I wish that by some coincidence my name was Penelope Rose, but sadly it’s Penelope Isabella.” Penelope laughed. She smiled at the little girl behind her playing with the books — Grace. “She’s adorable, it’s like she’s in her own little world.” She brings her attention back to Rose, clearing her throat. “Um, not really. Just something good, I guess.”
















