"Mrs. Sforza Wayne Lannister della Rovere possibly-Luthor Wayne Darling," she said, sweetly. "And I am delighted. More so than I have ever been in my life."

She laid down on the blanket, staring up at the sky. Everything was so utterly perfect here.

"I love this picnic, my husband," she said. "Though not nearly so much as I love you."