Penelope’s POV:

Calypso.

What did I expect? That she would remain in the shadows, hiding her tail between her legs?

I should have known better. I know her. She’s my twin, the other half of me. I grew up with her. I know the extent of her mischief.

“Alright. I’ll be back tomorrow evening, once I’m done over here,” I pull myself together and voice out. “Keep things down to the best of your abilities. The exhibition will hold on Wednesday, come hell or high water.”

“Have a good weekend,” she replies, and the line goes dead.

I stare at my phone screen, and for a second i consider calling...