Author: V.M. Bell
Disclaimer: Rome does not belong to me, and neither does the title, which was borrowed from Oscar Wilde.
Summary: Octavia's wedding night is not the stuff of great romance.
Word Count: 304
Author's Notes: For aphrodite_mine, who requested, "Octavia, rosy, cold, quarter past midnight." All comments, concrit, and reviews welcome.
Antony would be drunk by now