"Now sleep. You've had quite a long day and we need to be up early tomorrow to go back to the Ambrose's." she said, in an authoritative tone.
She waved her hand in dismissal to her father and Sharp as they went out to talk, assuring that they would be back very soon.
Stella was looking the other way when she felt Penelope disappear from her side. She was back again, sitting cross legged on the bed by the time Stella turned her head. She was holding a sheet of paper and a pen in her hand with a mischievous smile on her face.
She tapped her forehead indicating Stella to read her mind as Stella raised herself upon her elbows, tilting her head in confusion.
"You must have a lot of questions right? And I know Sharp can be a broody ass. So, ask away." Stella heard in her mind as she handed her the pen and paper.
Stella's eyes shone with excitement as she got up and grabbed the paper. She had no idea how much Penelope was actually willing to tell her, but since she had free reign over her mind, she could probably find out the answers Penelope didn't want to give also.
'Why does everyone keep calling Sharp and June Darius and Juniper.' Stella wrote on the paper, making sure to use as little space as possible and handed to Penelope. She burst out laughing after hearing the question but quickly stiffled it by putting a hand on her mouth.
Stella already knew this was not the question Penelope had been expecting her to ask first, but hell, she was curious.
"Den and June changed their names once they moved away. Both of them hated their original names, can't blame them to be honest, and they already liked to be called Den and June by their friends. They officially did it once they moved to America. But most of the people here are still in the habit of calling them by their old names." Penelope thought, her expressions as though she was speaking the words aloud.
Stella suppressed a chuckle as she reached for the paper again. Penelope was right, no one could blame them. What kind of names were Darius and Juniper?
Two hours later . . . . .
Penelope's expression shifted and Stella knew why the next instant. Both of them clearly heard the footsteps of Sharp and Mr. Cecil coming back.
The two had left the mansion after about twenty minutes, but Stella and Penelope had still not spoken to communicate. Who knew who could be listening here.
"So just yeah. You can read as many minds as you like. The trick is just to not respond to anything you hear. And lie down and pretend to sleep now. I don't think Den will take to kindly to knowing we've been talking, even if he does not know what we were talking about." Penelope thought and Stella had barely time to quickly lie down and even her breathing before the two men entered the room.
With her eyes closed and back turned towards the people in the room, Stella had no way of knowing what was going on in the room. She frowned and decided to reach into the mind of the one person she knew would not have any problem with her doing so.