Who: Shaela and Morag What: Catching up When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Morag's room Warnings: likely none
Shaela was lying on her pallet staring up at the ceiling, her journal clutched tightly to her chest. Monogrammed towels? Percy and Shaela Harper? Percy and Drishti Harper even? It didn't matter. They would share a last name, and there was no intention of them being adoptive siblings. No, this was something else. All right, it wasn't a proposal, not that she expected one at this point. After all, she was technically still property, and one simply didn't propose to someone who wasn't a legal entity in her own right.
But it would happen. She knew it would. And that was what mattered.
Eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her face as she imagined dancing with Percy, him in dress robes and her in a wedding sari of purples and golds. Everything else in the fantasy was a blur, but his faced had already been etched in her mind and the way his arms felt around her.
Mrs Percy Harper.
She was so wholly engrossed in her fantasy that she didn't hear the door open or close.