Before the time for lunch appeared, Damien sought to look for Penny who was still sitting on the couch talking to his friend Sentencia. Somehow he was glad that his childhood friend was giving his woman the company rather than leaving her alone. Of course, he didn’t want to part with Penny but Sentencia had taken her along with her, ‘borrowing’ as she said.
“What happened to Humpty, Dumpty, and Empty?” Damien walked around, taking a seat in front of them. Crossing his legs one over the other as he leaned back leisurely.
“They couldn’t hold up a conversation and they left,” Lady Sentencia replied to him like it was nothing big.
“How overdramatic,” he commented looking at Penny now who looked back at him, “Was it your doing?” he asked her. When she nodded her head he smiled mischievously. Raising his hand in time as a yawn passed through his lips, he heard Lady Sentencia ask the couple,
“Night keeping you awake?” she tipped her chin, a teaseful smile on her lips.
“You cannot even imagine. With all that work in bed of holding-” he stopped seeing Penny’s eyes widen.
“It is nothing as he is stating it to be,” she cleared the possible confusion.
“Hmm? But didn’t you tell me I was wet?” he asked tilting his head.
“Oh my, I don’t know if I should cringe at the image or gush about it,” came Lady Sentencia’s dry tone at her shameless friend.
Damien laughed, looking at Sentencia to say, “Why don’t you give us the love birds some space and go somewhere else to drink,” Lady Sentencia rolled her eyes before laughing. Damien waved his hand as if wanting to shoo her.
“By the way, I don’t know if it was impolite to ask earlier but didn’t Yuvaine’s birthday pass by seven months ago?” Lady Sentencia questioned.
“It was. You will find her celebrating it again in the next six months,” uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, he took the drink which Penny was having from her hand to take a sip.
“Do you want to try another drink? Maybe we should visit the cellar, there’s a decent collection in there,” he informed Penny. Just when he was about to speak a man came with hurried footsteps towards him.
Leaning forward to his ear to whisper something as quiet as he could, “Who is there right now?”
“The four of them,” the man informed.
“Get the carriage ready,” Damien replied back to the man where the man quickly left the room. His expression turned one to be serious. Turning to look at Penny, he asked, “Will you be alright to go back home by yourself?”
“I will be fine,” she nodded her head. They both were a.d.u.l.ts and Damien believed Penny was old enough to be able to travel back to the mansion in the carriage. The path wasn’t too far from Lady Yuvaine to Quinn’s mansion.
“Good. I will see you back in the mansion,” but Damien didn’t stop at that. Not caring about people being around them, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. And he left leaving many people’s attention to have fallen back on Penelope.
Penelope spent the rest of the time getting acquainted with some other men and women who knew Lady Sentencia. As she conversed, keeping the information of her being a slave away and out of the topic, she found that it wasn’t just about slave or the lower and higher difference that made it difficult to speak to some of them. Some of the folks had a narrow mindset, their ability to only see the straight line instead of looking at left and right on certain matters.
When Penny sighed after thirty minutes, Lady Sentencia said, “You will get used to it,” she smiled knowing what was going on in the human’s head, “Take it as an amus.e.m.e.nt.”
When more time passed, Penny decided that it was time to leave and return back to Quinn’s mansion.
“I will be here for a little longer before I leave,” Lady Sentencia informed her.
Penny nodded her head, “Thank you for your company, I appreciate it,” she thanked the woman.
“Likewise, have a safe trip back home,” Lady Sentencia wished her.
Penelope bowed her head, standing straight up she made her way out. On her way outside, Penny’s shoulder hit another man’s shoulder to which she apologized, “I am sorry,” she offered a bow and just as she lifted her head, she noticed it was the man with the glasses and blonde hair.
“That’s alright,” came the man’s breathy voice, a kind smile on his lips which felt unsettling for some reason within the pit of her stomach. Turning around, Penny headed out and got into the carriage which Damien had left for her to use so that she could travel back to the mansion.
As she traveled back alone with the coachman sitting in the front, it wasn’t even ten minutes since they had left Lady Yuvaine’s mansion that the carriage started to shake unstably. Penny wondered what was wrong and if it was the snow on the road that was causing it. One side of the carriage suddenly dropped down having the carriage lose its balance and Penny had to use her hand to stop herself from crashing against the sides of the carriage.
The coachman jumped out of his seat and opened the door to find the lady sitting down, “Milady, are you alright?” there was a sense of panic in his voice as he asked her. The elites usually held the poor to be responsible if something like this happened. Not to forget this lady belonged to Master Damien.
“Yes,” she answered, taking his hand so that she could step outside with a frown she said, “The wheel broke,” she said looking at the carriage wheel that had not only come out but had also broken into two uneven halves. It didn’t look like it could be fixed.
She looked at the snowy road and the surrounding wondering how she was going to get back now.
