Persephone gave a small smile. She hadn't known Donald was a widower- or had she just forgotten? Either way, she realized it didn't bother her at all because this was the here and now and she needn't feel guilty about a woman she'd never known. "Harriet would love to help with the flowers," she replied, "I'm certain of it. As for my nerves..." She took a deep breath, in and out. "I'll be fine as long as I can see you at the end of the aisle."