A Penny's Worth of Affection novel Chapter 81

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Summary for Chapter 81: A Penny's Worth of Affection

Chapter summary of Chapter 81 – A Penny's Worth of Affection by Ihartcupquakes

In Chapter 81, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel A Penny's Worth of Affection by Ihartcupquakes, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of A Penny's Worth of Affection.

He chuckled and gently removed her arms from his neck, pressing a kiss on her knuckles before releasing her and taking a modest step back, regret and longing in his blue eyes. "Your father is right. It will be appropriate of me to court you properly. You deserve as much, my love." Penny stared at him in wonder, taking in the beloved angles on his face. "Oh, Phillip!" she whispered, barely restraining herself from jumping into his arms. "I really do love you."

"And I love you too, Penelope." He took her arm and led her down the stairs. At the front door, he paused and kissed her knuckle once more, his lips lingering on her skin, eliciting shivers of desire down her spine. "May I call on you tomorrow?"

"Need you even ask? I cannot wait to be with you!" Penny exclaimed and was rewarded with a broad smile and another kiss on her cheek.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Phillip gave a courteous bow and turned to jump into his carriage.

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Penny stared at herself in the looking glass, disbelieving her reflection. The maid had done an excellent job in piling her hair into a loose knot at the top of her head, artfully letting a few tendrils loose to curl around her face and neck, softening her face. Her brows had been given a delicate arch that emphasized the green eyes. Her cheeks and her lips were stained with just a hint of rouge that emphasized the glow of happiness seeming to emanate from every pore of her skin.

"You look wonderful," Lucy whispered beside her, reaching out to squeeze her fingers. "Newbridge will be blown away when he sees you."

Penny dragged her eyes away from the mirror and looked at her sister, a nervous smile playing across her lips. "I look different." She cast another glance at the mirror and rose, the wide, graceful skirt of the ivory gown falling gracefully in a shimmer of silk with gold lace and blue trimming just under fitted bodice. It was the most exquisite dress she had ever worn, and she loved the feel of the silk against her skin.

Lucy lifted the sheer lace veil from the bed and draped it over Penny's hair then stepped back to admire the result. "Oh, Penny!" She sighed dreamily. "You look like a fairy princess."