Pride had been overseeing all the arrangements for dinner that night, and when the knock came, she was only vaguely aware of her husband answering the door. But the accompanying presence made her jerk her head up, like a hound catching a scent. Another Sin? In her house?
She peered around the corner, only to find...Greed, off all beings, chatting with her husband. Clearing her throat, she entered the room, the candlelight glinting off her jewels. Pious her husband might be, but it was almost impossible for her to deny her anything.
"My wife, Charlotte," he said, and Pride smiled coolly. "Charmed, I'm sure."