Harriet finished tending to her plants shortly, and just as she turned to leave the greenhouse with Donald, Persephone poked her head back in and asked quietly, "Could I have a word with you, Donald?" Harriet, having grown up alongside Persephone, knew that this tone meant she was quite serious about what she was about to say, and so quickly left the pair alone in the warm greenhouse. The heat felt nearly stifling to Persephone as she stepped inside and she had to take a few deep breaths to accustom herself to the temperature. She reached for her fiance's hands and, assuming he let her take them, she glanced down and smiled softly at the engagement ring on her finger. "My parents want to have the wedding here, in London," she began, and hesitated before adding, "in a fortnight's time from this very day."

She looked up at Donald and her expression was clearly troubled. "Everyone on my side of the family is expected to be invited, and there's so many I-" Her voice broke and she flushed, glancing away. "Mother says she'll take care of the arrangements, but I- I'm worried about all those people staring at me." Though Persephone had never mentioned this, she often became incredibly nervous when in a large group as the center of attention, and she hoped Donald would be able to reassure her in some way, as well as offer his agreement or opposition to the wedding being so soon.