Narcissa shrugged out of her cloak before sitting down, handing it off to Adalfieri before he scurried off to carry out Lucius's order. Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair quickly, ensuring that the hood of her cloak hadn't tousled it.
"Already sick of interacting with the public, darling?" she teased lightly. "I thought you missed people fawning over you." As soon as she said that, Narcissa regretted it, and she sighed inwardly. The stress of the past few months was really affecting her, as evidenced by the blunder she had just made. Reminding her husband of the past... not the best start for a romantic evening.