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Narcissa was, by all definitions of the word, in her element. The darling daughter, the beautiful, unattainable statue of a girl that she was, floating through the party on a high that only came from nonstop attention. Her ballgown kept people just far enough away, the gloves she wore made to keep people from touching her even if they were to shake her hand. It was perfect. Sipping from a wine glass, she glided over to where Evan stood. “Evan, Darling, looking absolutely crisp this evening,” she said. “Very well put together, the only thing is that... bit of drool there,” teased Narcissa. “She looks quite stunning tonight, doesn’t she?” An olive branch, so that he might be able to openly compliment his love. “You may want to pick up your jaw before someone less perceptive than myself catches on.”