In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

what was Penny supposed to say to that, it dawned on her what those
weird paper sculptures at Dick's were and she felt sick and took another
sip of the dark liquid. Ula inspected her face with her deep, unwavering
stare.
So close to Penny, Ula exhaled licorice. "You really are just a
child. You look twelve."
"I'm seventeen."
"I know how old you are." She took another sip of her milky
fluid. "Your eyelashes aren't pale like most red heads. You don't dye
them?"
"Huh?"
"No, of course you don't, I'm sorry. Do you like your drink?"
She placed her hand on Penny's knee; slid it up her thigh.
Penny shot up, still holding her glass. Ula putting the move on
her? She swished the artichoke stuff around again, but couldn't bring
herself to drink any more of it.
Without warning, Ula's dry fingers were brushing her cheek.
Penny shuddered and moved farther away, her breath caught
somewhere in her throat.
"We could all be one happy family," Ula whispered in her ear.
Sandro sauntered in.. Incredulous, he snatched Penny's glass,
his eye piercing Ula. "What is this?" He looked into the glass.
"Cheenar," said Penny.
He took a sip, tasting it carefully as if it might have poison in it.
He nodded.
"Do you like it?"
"Too sweet."
"Don't drink anymore, okay?"
Ula smirked at them from her bubble of absurdity.
He put down the glass and grabbed Penny's head in his hands
and smashed his lips into hers. Ula threw her head back and clapped
her hands, cacking, "Fine theater, lover boy. Magn-i-fique! But there's
no escape. Poor little Penny's out of the frying pan and into the fire."
She drained her glass.
"Bambini! Enough of the monkey business, andiamo a tavola,"
Signora said from the doorway
Signora rushed Sandro through Latin Grace. The maid was so
nervous she spilled the brodo from the tortellini on Signora's lap. When
the Signora patted her hand instead of firing her on the spot, she burst
into tears. Signora had taken his advice and sent the security team
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