Chapter 232: Dinner with the Collinses (3)
Penelope sat down and waited for Tyrion to take his seat beside her as everyone else sat down for dinner. She didn’t realise how much she missed how full her parents’ dinner table was.
Penelope reached for Tyrion’s hand to hold it under the table, but it was noticed.
"Penelope, will you be here all day tomorrow? If you are, it would be a wonderful time for us to go searching for a dressmaker. I must get new dresses," said Isabelle.
"No," Penelope said, apologetic. "Tyrion and I will leave early in the morning once the sun has risen. We have a home to get back to, and Tyrion has important matters he must return to. I will come again," Penelope promised.
Isabelle nodded her head, but she didn’t believe Penelope.
"You have the queen’s gathering to prepare for. There will be many influential ladies from around the town all in one place. I am quite certain that questions about your marriage will come up," said Lily.
Tyrion picked up his glass of wine and sipped on it. He had forgotten about his mother’s gathering in the palace.
It was expected that an invitation would be sent to Lily and Penelope.
Penelope glanced at Tyrion, nervous about what he thought. She had not spoken to him about her plans to go to the palace, but as she sneaked a glance at him now, Tyrion didn’t appear to be bothered.
"I am prepared for all questions about my marriage. I will answer the innocent questions and ignore the others. You must be prepared as well, Lily. Many seem to think that you were meant to marry the same time as I did," Penelope said, trying to shift the conversation.
Penelope squeezed Tyrion’s hand, trying to bring his attention to her, but little did she know that Tyrion had been paying attention to her.
Tyrion set his glass down and peered at Penelope. He wished she would be a little more playful with his hand.