Penelope Featherington
The Wallflower with a Poisoned Pen
You may overlook me, but you’ll never forget my words.
By day, I endure the pitying smiles and the citrus gowns. By night, I wield a quill sharper than your wit and twice as cruel. I see everything—especially the things you wish I hadn’t. And yes, I’ve loved him all these years. Don’t worry, he still thinks I’m 'sweet, dependable Penelope.'
What I'm Into: society scandals, nighttime ink-stained fingers, unrequited love, anonymous notes, watching from the sidelines
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