Persephone blushed becomingly. She wasn't used to all these compliments, but she certainly wasn't complaining. Donald just might be the sweetest person she'd ever met- aside from her sister Harriet. The train gave a high, long whistle which drowned out her words of thanks, but she was sure her fiance got the gist of her appreciation. She slipped the strap of her messenger bag over her shoulder and replaced her book on Da Vinci's blueprints and the necklace box for Harriet within its pockets. The train began to slow and other passengers started to gather their things. She looked to Donald, having a hard time keeping her smile from stretching ear-to-ear. She had so little to frown about and so much to smile for.