Penelope's pov
There's something about being prepared to be entertain someone that I honestly like. I know, I'm as shocked as you are. My lovely, lovely, boyfriends have placed me in a cute night dress with the intention of me doing something nice to cheer up Huxley. I'm not sure what they expect me to do since I am still in the dark of why he's upset, and Owen only seems mildly annoyed.
They decorated the house, set up a warm cozy interior so that I could invite Huxley to watch a movie with me. According to Weston, pleasing Huxley is the easiest thing in the world and somehow- without him having to utter a single word I was able to hear something that I hope was a part of my imagination.
Huxley is the easiest to hurt. And he's the easiest to hurt.
I don't get why anyone would want
