A/N: I started writting this story back end of June, but I got hit by a major block so this took more or less forever to get finished. But it did. LOL. Dedicated to kathy1508, who once quite a while back mentioned so sharp-minded that in my stories Penelope always is running away. Why should it be any different now with this story then? LOL Have to warn people, this is slighty epic. I didn't mean to and had actually just a few chapters in mind. This istory is in general very light hearted and kinda fluffy, there will be a bit of angst towards the end of the story.
Penelope stood in front of the full length mirror, taking one last look at what she saw.
Her dress was perfect. It was white lace mixed with white silk and a few applications on the front. It made her feel so much more special than today already was. It fell softly to the floor, pooling at her feet until she would take a few steps. Her hair was pinned up, with just a few single curls falling into her face. She was wearing soft make-up, which seemed barely there at all. The tiny white pearl earrings were a perfect match with the pearl necklace that was gracing her neck. The only thing missing to complete the picture was her veil, which was laying on her bed for the moment, ready to be put into place any minute now.
Penelope turned to her left and then to the right, looking at herself from all angles.
Today was the day.
Today she would finally take that step, do what she had wanted to do ever since her parents died years ago. Become part of a family, of her own family, start a family even, find a place where she belonged.
The smile on her face indicated she finally reached that one goal she was so desperate to get to for so long.
There was a soft knock on her bedroom door, ripping her out of her thoughts. "Yes?" she asked in a soft voice. Looking at the clock on the wall she got a good idea who it could be.
"Penelope," she all of a sudden heard a very familiar voice. Was that Morgan? What was he doing here? Especially now? Shouldn't be at the church by now?
"Are you okay in there?" she heard next, his voice filled with a bit of concern now. "You have been in there for quite some time."
His statement and the way he said it made her smile for a moment. That was how he always was, always had been. But not for much longer. From today onwards he wouldn't have to any longer.
Because today someone else would take over that duty – although for him it wasn't a duty to look out for her. That's what he always assured her of.
Today was the day when she would become Mrs. Kevin Lynch.