06-12-2020, 03:27 PM
Persephone smiled encouragingly at Donald as the driver opened the door for them and she hopped out first. A girl, twelve years of age, with wavy brown hair and the same blue eyes as Persephone, ran out from the front door with an ear-to-ear smile and a grand cry of "PERCY!!". Persephone rushed through the front gate, hiking up her skirts so she could run as well, her smile just as wide as her sister's. "Harriet!" The girl practically sprinted into Persephone's arms, and the young woman lifted her up and spun her around, both of them laughing with joy. "How's Whitby? Where's your fiance? Can I come back with you? Mother says I can visit now! And Father agreed!" Persephone beamed at this news, not minding that her cheeks were starting to ache with how much she was smiling, and put her sister down before turning back toward the carriage. "This is my fiance, Donald Witaker." She smiled, radiant, at Donald then as Harriet looked up at him with a curious gaze and greeted, "Hello!" sticking out her hand for him to shake.