Chapter 7Percy regarded Eustacia across the table, seeming perfectly at ease as a bridal attendant. She knows her own mind, he thought, and I can trust her judgement, at least as much as Minta’s and far more than Phoebe’s. He smiled indulgently at his youngest sister, looking as pretty as a picture, now giggling with one of the bridegroom’s sisters.
His gaze naturally fell on the middle sister of the three. The newly married couple was suitably preoccupied, sitting close together. Rather than overbearingly triumphant of his new possession, the bridegroom seemed in awe of his prize. Araminta smiled as their heads bent close together, her expression soft and tender. They were both secure in their bright shining bubble of freshly minted felicity, sparkling like the shimmering threads on her
