MACY: "Hey—- come on, I'm sneaking you out."
PENELOPE: “What? Are you crazy?”
PENELOPE: “A little more than a little.”
MACY: "That's for me to know and you to dot ... dot ... dot ..."
PENELOPE: A pause, far too long for a girl whose shelves held countless academic awards. “–––– find out?”
MACY: And, with a cheshire cat grin: "When we get there."
PENELOPE: Anxiety reigned in the pit of her stomach, twisting and turning and demanding she offer Macy a firm no. Still, her eyes seemed to shine with something not unlike excitement. “Tell me where.”
MACY: She rolled her eyes, green and amused and maybe a little bit proud that her step-sister hadn't been so quick to shoot down her plans for tonight. "If you must know, Kyle Mitchell's having a party tonight and he's been hyping it up for weeks. I want to see it if it was worth all the talk."
PENELOPE: A party. It was hardly a foreign concept but Penelope seemed to derive a certain pleasure not only from the prospect of attending a party but attending a party with Macy –– and having been invited to do so by the blonde stunner herself. “What if we get caught?”
MACY: Define unconcerned. "We won't. I've been doing this for years. A little trust, Pen." Groomed brows waggled in something enticing and meant to incite a show of faith from a girl whose entire life had probably remained unstirred until this moment.
PENELOPE: Her heart fluttered in her chest like a caged bird, excitable and simultaneously terrified and desperate to break free from the confines of steel bars. Eyes bright, she gave a nod, quick to dispute Macy's assertion. “I trust you.”