Rory’s POV
Stanford and I stare at each other for a beat, as I studiously ignore the brunette that is hanging off his arm like an accessory.
‘I’m Penelope’ she finally says, untangling one arm from my ex boyfriend and extending it, fingers first toward me as though she thinks I’m going to hold it and curtsy to her or something.
Ignoring her hand, I nod, smiling tightly, ‘pleasure, I’m Rory.’
The brunette frowns, glancing at Stanford and then back to me before a dawning light appears on her face.
‘Rory? Like Stanford’s Rory?’ she asks, a little sharply, making me wonder just what Stanford has said to her about me.
I laugh airily, ‘Oh I’m not Stanford’s anymore, in fact, I don’t think I ever really was. Stanford had very structured ideas about his future, and an intelligent woman with
