Persephone felt a little smile grow on her face at Donald's clear jealousy. He'd brushed it away when she said Devon was her cousin twice-removed, but she could still tell it had affected him and she found it endearing, in a way. It was sweet that already he was protecting their relationship, but secretly she hoped he wasn't the generally jealous sort who'd get a bit too heated for their own good when it came to the things they loved. Did he love her? Persephone wasn't sure, but she had a feeling she'd know soon. In truth, she'd thought over her feelings toward her fiance over the evening they'd been apart and had come to realize she was certainly attracted to and endeared by him, but she simply couldn't tell if she loved him yet.