clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.
Wednesday, April 4th ~*~ Evening
Dobby had taken the carefully prepared picnic basket full of Winky's favorite foods, and happily agreed to disappear for several hours as soon as dinner was served. The table was set in the dining room, candles lit.
Daphne smoothed a loose curl back behind her ear, and moved through the house, making sure everything was just the way she wanted it.
Tonight was important, and she wanted to be special.
A night to remember for the rest of their lives.
She took several deep breaths, reached up to adjust the top of her strapless dress that seemed to fit just a bit tighter than it used to, and headed for the front hall to wait for Harry to come home from work.