Since when did I get married?

"Penny!"

Penny jolted in surprise as she sat in front of the vanity, turning her head toward the door. Her face twisted when her eyes landed on Slater, fuming in the doorway.

"Wha—what?!" she raised her voice defensively. "I didn't eat the chocolates in the fridge! Just—just one!"

Slater's face turned even redder. "You didn't just take my car; you also ate my chocolates?!"

"What?! I didn't eat the chocolates! I borrowed them, just like your car!"

"Can you give my chocolates back?!"

"Why are you so mean to me again?!" Penny dramatically exclaimed, her voice echoing through the mansion. "You told me before I don't need to ask for permission anymore!"

"That's it! You're dead today!"

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Meanwhile, everyone else was already in the dining room for breakfast. Atlas ate peacefully as if he couldn't hear the escalating chaos from upstairs. Hugo, on the other hand, glanced worriedly at the entrance.