Penelope
If there is a single word that can describe what I am feeling right now, it will be fury. I am desperate for claiming back what’s mine, eager to prove I’m better at anyone else no matter what they say, and I deeply angered that people can easily think I’m nothing just because I’ve failed for the first time.
All of that sums my burning passion to make everyone apologize by slamming the fact in their faces. I am FURIOUSLY eager to make them acknowledge that I, Penelope Burberry, is not someone they can order around without knowing their place.
“You look excited.” Rebecca asked, looking at me with her eyes spelling boredom. Currently inside my room, I am fixing the dress I will be wearing on the fashion show, and she’s here to supervise me—or in her words, she’s here to make sure
