- your hatred. But Eloise? She doesn't deserve to be pushed aside. But instead of calling her or showing up, you ran far away from here. And now you’re standing here, acting like I’m the one who ruined everything."
"You think I wanted to take her from you? You think this was some twisted revenge for our schoolyard battles? Penelope, grow up."
She steps forward, just slightly. Not in a threatening way. "I know what I was. I know how I treated you. And yeah, maybe I deserve every bit of -
Penelope scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’ve listened to every single one. . .” A hand raked through her hair, as she tried to hide her frustration, she didn’t want to give Cressida the satisfaction of her breaking.
“I may despise everything in London, but that is ⟿
- is of you. How far you’ve come."
She pauses, eyes narrowing slightly as she stares at Penelope. "You’re probably too high on your pedestal to pay attention to ‘silly’ things like that, though."
Penelope’s words hang in the air, heavy.
"Some kind of friend you are," Cressida says, voice sharp. "She talks about you all the time on that podcast of hers, you know. How proud she -
Penelope didn’t notice Cressida’s reaction, too worked up from their heated exchanged.
“Well you did! But that’s okay.” No it wasn’t. After Colin called off the engagement, Penelope felt she had no one. She turned cold, left London, declared that she didn’t need anyone. ⟿
For the first time since this entire exchange started, since the two of them have thrown insults towards each other, Cressida flinched.
"Take that back," she says, voice firmer than before, serious. "I love Eloise. I would never keep her from things that are important to her."
Abandoned ?! You’re so full of it. Ever since you came into the picture you’ve pushed her away from me, so save it. And i guess since humble people are invited you’ll have cold feet eventually.