Bella's POV
The Duke's Estate carriage rolled up to my gate, and Owen immediately recognized it. With a frustrated slam, he shut the gate and rushed into the courtyard.
"I'm absolutely sick of this," he muttered under his breath. "Why does everyone keep showing up here lately?"
Penny spotted him running toward her. "Owen, what's got you all worked up?"
He gestured toward the gate, whispering urgently, "Those Duke's Estate people are back."
Penny's eyes widened. "Again? This is getting out of hand!"
"What should we do?" Owen asked, clearly flustered.
"Same as always - send them packing," Penny snapped, her irritation obvious.
She paused, then asked, "Who is it this time?"
Owen scratched his head. "Some young lady. Never seen her before."
Though he didn't know Penelope personally, that carriage was unmistakable.
Penny sucked in a sharp breath. "That's Lady Penelope! What could she possibly want now?"
