She was on the phone when she answered the door, looking him over with a warm smile, arching a brow at the champagne in his hand and sticking out her tongue at him as she listened to whatever it was the person on the other line was telling her. She reached out, grabbing his arm and tugging him inside so she could shut the door before anyone overheard her conversation.
"No, I did NOT order three dozen doves for the ceremony and I'm quite certain Mrs. Malfoy did not either, and I told you quite clearly that the only persons who you were to take actual orders from was myself, Mrs. Malfoy or my sister. NOT my mother. My mother has no say in this, whether she knows it or not. All those birds will do is cause a mess and make an ungodly amount of noise. They are not romantic. When my mother sends you an owl, you reply politely that you've forwarded it to me, do so and do not act on it." Astoria's voice was polite, but there was a firm edge of steel beneath it. She paused as she listened to the reply. "Yes, she is the mother of the bride, but I'm paying your fee, not her. So you either work for me, or I can take back my generous retainer and find a coordinator who can follow simple orders, yes? Yes, that's what I thought. Mmmm-hmmm, thank you. You too. Have a lovely evening. Good-bye." She rolled her eyes as she disconnected the phone, tossing it onto the hallway table. "Argh. My MOTHER," she groaned. Then she turned back to Draco. "And good evening to you. Are you absolutely certain you want to be related to my family?"