Lucille knew exactly how to play Pennie’s soft heart.
If Pennie had been a man, she would have been helpless against manipulative women, getting spun in circles by every damsel in distress.
All Lucille needed to do was put on a pitiful face, and Pennie’s judgment would go right out the window.
Dragging her black suitcase behind her, Lucille broke into tears, her voice thick with emotion. “I get it. No one here wants me. I’ll just go back overseas. I’m leaving, and I won’t ever come back!”
Pennie’s heart twisted at the sight. She hurried to grab Lucille’s suitcase, trying to stop her. “Who said you’re not welcome here? The Hawksley house will always be open to you. And now, so is the Flynn family’s!”
Seeing Pennie trying so hard to keep her, Lucille didn’t push her luck. She set her suitcase down and stepped right back into the penthouse suite.
Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Honestly, it doesn’t matter if anyone wants me here or not. I’d have to go back overseas alone anyway; I don’t have a home in Southborough. The only thing that worries me is, once I’m gone, if that vixen stirs up trouble again and you get hurt, there’ll be nobody to comfort you.”
Just thinking about Winston’s mistress made Pennie’s blood boil.
“Lucille, why don’t you sell that place you have overseas and move here for good? That way, we can look after each other.”
Lucille shook her head, words full of reluctance. “I can’t stay here, Pennie. I don’t want to upset your sister–in–law. If Justin tries to embarrass me, it won’t just be hard on me, it’ll put you in a tough spot too.”
At the mention of this, Pennie’s temper flared, her usually gentle features sharp with
anger.
“I mean, Edith just lucked into it, didn’t she? She should count her blessings instead of making trouble for you! Honestly, if she didn’t look so much like you, she’d never have become Mrs. Hawksley in the first place.”
Lucille still looked heartbreakingly fragile. “I suppose it’s just not my fate. Things with Justin weren’t meant to be, and that’s why it all turned out like this.”
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Pennie patted Lucille’s shoulder, trying to comfort her. “Lucille, you didn’t have a choice back then. You can’t blame Justin; he just couldn’t accept that you were married.”
A few more tears slipped down Lucille’s cheeks, her voice soft and sad. “Justin’s always been stubborn. He wouldn’t listen to anything I said. I only got married for a visa–there was never any real relationship there.”
She snuck a glance at Pennie as she finished.
Just as she’d expected, Pennie immediately made up her mind. “I’ll talk to Justin about this. If you can get a divorce, why can’t he? Besides, you were all alone overseas, just trying to survive in a tough place. It’s understandable you made some mistakes. If Justin loves you so much, and even married someone who looks just like you, why can’t he leave her? Wouldn’t that actually be better for Edith too? She’s spent years with a man who doesn’t love her–she’ll never be truly happy like that.”
Lucille clutched Pennie’s hand, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Pennie, you’re the
do.” best friend I’ve ever had. Not even Justin cared about me the way you
Pennie blushed, a little embarrassed. “Oh, come on. I could never compare to Justin back in the day. He really loved you–everyone could see it.”
There was a flash of confidence and pride in Lucille’s eyes, but Pennie, oblivious as ever, didn’t notice a thing.
Lucille lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. “Honestly, I’ve missed Justin these past weeks… but now that he’s got Mrs. Hawksley, I can’t even talk to him in private without making her upset.”

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