Stain of Suspicion

Rosalind had already asked her this question numerous times. In the past, Penelope had always denied it, but this time, she fell silent. Pulling out another tissue to blow her nose, Penelope let out a sigh, which pretty much confirmed it all. "I can't believe I've fallen for a jerk," she muttered.

Rosalind couldn't help but smile, "Maybe there's some kind of misunderstanding?"

Penelope huffed, "