Sometimes, her husband was really very stupid. There were plenty of people out there who would do exactly that, but if he wanted to pretend it wouldn't happen that was his prerogative. She wouldn't let it come back to haunt her, or Draco.
Brilliant. Yes, she was brilliant at spinning webs of lies, so why did she still want to cry? "We might as well do it right, if we must do it at all." Her stomach heaved, and she took a short, sharp breath in through her nose. "You'll arrange it with the school for us to take the boy for the photo. I don't want to deal with him for any longer than is necessary." This was going to be almost as terrible as those horrible weeks before and after her sister's trial.