Ivy blushes and tucks a stray hair behind her ear when she realizes that he’s talking about her. She follows him with a broad smile. 

Winter frowns. “Actually, I’ll be able to do something much quicker. In a couple of weeks is the wedding. All I need you to do is to object when the Priest asks, but don’t let on that you’re against it earlier than that or my mother would have you removed from the wedding. What exactly [i]is[/i] ‘all this’, anyway?” When she sees Arthur, she gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. “Ar-Arthur? Is that really you?” She whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks.