Verity didn't quite know how to describe what she felt as there were so many thoughts and emotions in her mind. She was working hard to keep them at bay however, not wishing to appear transparent in the least.
The day had started with her own nervousness about taking Marlowe to the ceremony, knowing Rodolphus Lestrange would be there, on top of a general nervousness about the man himself. If Marlowe did show magic and the war continued, would Rodolphus as for her son as well? She'd rather pretend he not exist and keep him from a third generation of Death Eaters. There was also the tension caused by Theo and Montague always having tried to keep her as far from the man as possible. She was curious what exactly they thought might happen.
Those thoughts, particularly the ones about Marlowe, were pressed far from her in his presence. She didn't want to risk anyone detecting her feelings on the issue, particularly Rodolphus.
Which left her focus on the ceremony. She had to admit that there was a part of her that was jealous of Montague. Until very recently he was hardly even civil with Theo much less a friend, whereas she and Theo had been inseprable nearly all their lives. And yet it was he, not she, that would have access to Forter Castle and was being honored with Nathaniel's care. She knew that the others, particularly Montague, were not thinking in these lines and so she forced herself to let go of the petty feeling and engulf herself in pride.
She was truly prideful. She was proud of Theo and Padma for becoming parents and giving such a beautiful son, she was proud of Nathaniel simply for existing, and most of all she was proud of her husband. Watching him with their godson, the admiration already in his eyes, the way he didn't flinch when Nathaniel wailed protest to his first injury (despite the fact that she did, just a little- the church had amazing acoustics)- she couldn't have been more proud to be his wife in that moment. It was hard enough to stay in her place with Marlowe and the others and simply watch.
When they entered the tent she nearly chuckled, Mimsy had done an amazing job and she was touched that it had been done for her sake, so that she could attend the meal with the others. She smiled at Theo, silently taking in every detail of the room, comparing it to the chapel, and trying to imagine what the rest of the castle may look like.
She smirked as they took Nathaniel from Montague, recognising his resistance, though subtle. When he approached her and kissed her, affectionately ruffling Marlowe's hair (which she fixed immediately) she leaned her head on his chest a moment. "I love you," she said quietly before they took their place at the table for the meal.