Five months later, Pluto looked to his left. Proserpine looked stunning in her lacy wedding dress. Her mother cried softly in the front row. Juno, queen of the gods and goddess of marriage, stood behind the altar.
"By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Proserpine grabbed Pluto and kissed him. The crowd cheered. Ceres smiled, thinking of the grandchildren that would come.
Proserpine sighed, filled with euphoria at the fact that she had a new life, and she was with someone she loved, who loved her back. Not for her looks, but for her spirit.
Pluto was euphoric as well. He was thinking about how his life would change. He felt the same as his wife. He could also see children, running through the palace. But mostly, he could see a second chance, a happily ever after.