Penelope's POV
"They are married" The text on my phone read, I chuckled a little dropping the spatula in my hand.
"You know what to do next" I sent back to the recipient, putting the phone back into my apron's pocket.
"What is with the smile?" Mum asked beside me, as she stir fried the spaghetti.
"James and Vanessa are married" She paused, turning to me not before lowering the heat under the pan.
"You really got them to do that? I honestly didn't think she would agree to it"
"I left them with no other option, well they did have another option but I knew she wasn't going to do that" I smiled, turning over the steaks that were cooking.
"Good job" She smiled at me going back to her pan
"I learnt from the best!" We giggled together.
