Calypso’s POV

Penelope that slimy, cunning, manipulative bitch!

The sight of her breezing through her crowd of adoring, stupid, doe eyed fans has my blood boiling with vitriol.

What’s so fucking special about her? She did what, opened a dinghy gallery in the middle of fucking nowhere and they all look at her like she hung the moon in the fucking sky!

“Thank you, Miss Reed. I’ll have it sent to you by weekend.” She says, a smile that will melt even the iciest of hearts on her face. She walks like she’s gliding, her feet barely touching the ground. And they all worship her.

I see the way everyone...