I(Octavia) felt happy and warm for what seemed the first time in a long time. As Brutus and I walked in the garden hand in hand discussing the future, I began to ponder the irony of the garden we were in. When we sat ont he bench with purple stained on it, it was all I could do not to laugh. I do, however, think that i may have blushed.

I thought of what life would be like with Brutus at my side, instead of just my Uncle. It gave me a warm sort of feeling. It was in that moment, I knew I had made the right choice.