From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 200

**Chapter 200: Go Home, Penny**

**Roman**

“Oops.”

Her voice, soft yet laced with a teasing undertone, made my jaw tense involuntarily. She didn’t even attempt to mask her lack of remorse. Instead, she leaned back against the marble counter, tilting her glass with a casual elegance, swirling the deep crimson liquid as if she owned the entire establishment.

The clatter of her fork against the porcelain plate echoed in my ears, a perfect little act staged just to grab my attention while I was engrossed in conversation with Savannah. It felt like a calculated move, a deliberate distraction.

I tightened my grip on my phone, feeling my patience begin to fray. “Really, Penny?” I questioned, turning to face her slowly, each word dripping with incredulity.

She lounged there, fork dangling carelessly from her fingertips, her eyes sparkling with a mischief that could ignite a conflict. “Sorry,” she replied, her tone utterly lacking in sincerity. “It just slipped.”

“Slipped? That was intentional. You wanted Savannah to know you were here with me.” My gaze traveled over her, catching the faint smirk that danced on her lips, a clear indication of her playful intentions. “That’s pretty low, even for you, Penny.”

With a slow, deliberate sip of her wine, she maintained eye contact, her gaze unwavering. “It’s not my fault you’re sneaking around behind your lady friend’s back.”

“Lady friend?” I scoffed, irritation bubbling to the surface. “She’s going to be my wife one day.” My voice was firm, cutting through the tension like a knife. “And I’m not sneaking around.”

“Then why not tell her that I’m in your kitchen right now?” she challenged, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. “Enjoying the most delicious Alfredo made by Chef Antonio, no less.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, a gesture of frustration. “Most days, I seriously question how I even tolerate you.”

Her grin widened as she speared a piece of chicken, swirling it through the rich sauce. “Because I’m your greatest ally. Let’s be real, I’m the closest person to you in this world. We’ve been through so much together, Roman.”

With a resigned sigh, I finally took a seat across from her at the counter. The takeout boxes still emitted steam, filling the kitchen with a heavy aroma of garlic, cream, and parmesan. “Look, Penny,” I began, striving to keep my voice steady, “Savannah means no harm. She just… doesn’t understand you like I do. That’s all. She’s genuinely a good person. Perhaps your last stunt was a bit too much for her to handle.”

Penny arched an eyebrow, lifting her wine glass as if to toast my words. “A bit too much?” she echoed, laughter bubbling up in her voice. “Roman, I merely played with her. It was all in good fun. Why is she so serious?” Her laughter rang through the quiet kitchen, a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. “She nearly tore me apart over a harmless prank. My God, Roman. Are you sure you want to spend your life with someone who’s such a drama queen? The next funeral I might attend could very well be yours.”

My grip on the glass tightened, the stem creaking softly against the marble surface. “She’s a sweet girl, Penny. You just pushed her too far.” I paused, feeling my jaw clench. “And for the record, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life than my feelings for her. I love her.”

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