"He's darling," Celeste said, practically radiating the pleasure she felt at being home more permanently and thus able to watch her nephew grow from close by. "But he does seem to have something of an allergy to sleep."
"All Malfoy babies are perfect," Narcissa pronounced. There would be no argument on that. Switching back to the topic at hand, she added, "Yes, we're extremely lucky to have Celeste's assistance with the gala. She planned her first event for the foundation when she sixteen and has only improved since."
Narcissa kept the pointed observation that someone needed to be a decent hostess in Gabrielle's house to herself. She had never been one to air her dirty laundry for others to see.
"Thank you, Grandmaman," Celeste said. She turned to the CFO. "She's exaggerating terribly, however, I assure you." Reaching down, Celeste pulled a small notebook and quill from the pocket of her dress. "I jotted down some notes based on our conversation on Saturday morning, but I'd love to hear any ideas you might have, Mr Higgs."