Penelope walked in looking the worse for wear and Alana raised a brow at her response. What sort of horse riding involved ripped skirts and coming back filthy? Unless..
"You didn't, did you? I mean," Alana made some hand gestures that meant next to nothing. Instead of answering, Penelope all but forced her into dinner wear and shoved her out the door. What in the name of all that's good had happened?
"Well. If you didn't do...That, what did you do?"