Persephone smiled softly at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked nice tonight, though she didn't often allow herself thoughts that could be considered vain. Having a little trouble with the clasp of her necklace, she held it carefully and slipped out of her and her husband's shared bedroom to find Donald. "Darling?" she called down the hall, unsure as to where he was at the moment. "Could you help me with a little something?" She stepped back into their room, quite sure he would appear in a moment, and when he did, she turned toward the door. A vision of loveliness in a dark blue dress with silvery embroidery, Persephone smiled sweetly at her husband. "Would you clasp my necklace for me, please?" she asked softly as she approached him.