Evangeline felt the smile spreading across her face before she really understood the feeling she was experiencing. Oh. She was happy for him. Elias' happiness had been the thing she wanted most, once, though at the time she'd hoped he would be happy with her, obviously. But that time was well and truly gone, and it was a happy surprise that the feeling didn't make her sad anymore--not really. Sometimes she was sad for the girl she'd been once, someone who had deserved better, but the thought that they had both moved on to find their own happiness was not something to be sad about, she thought.

"I ran into her inside, at the refreshments," Eva said, holding up her cup in demonstration. "She was perfectly lovely." And, well, she--or anyone else for that matter!--had certainly better be, though she didn't voice that. "Are you..." She asked leadingly, gestured vaguely in a way that meant finish this sentence however you think is appropriate.

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