Chapter 68: Brawls And Catfights
Lizzie
The lingerie boutique felt smaller the moment Penelope stepped into it, like the air itself had decided to shrink around her very polished, very poisonous presence.
The soft classical music still drifted from hidden speakers, violins weaving through the racks of silk and lace, but the melody now sounded tinny and out of place, like background noise at a crime scene.
Savannah and I had been deep in our own world—laughing over white lace sets and whispered advice about wedding nights—when her voice sliced through everything.
Now the three of us stood in the narrow aisle between the bridal whites and the deeper, more sinful reds, the tension thick enough to taste.
“Easy there,” Penelope said, her tone dripping with mock concern. She tilted he
