"We should all be so lucky as to have inherited a tithe of my grandmother's taste," Celeste said, smiling at Narcissa with unabashed fondness. She'd always had a very special relationship with her grandmother. When they'd had family visits, Scorpius had usually gone off with her grandfather and father, Estelle had followed their mother and Aunt Gemma about, and Celeste had liked nothing better than to sit in the Rose Drawing Room or the conservatory with Narcissa.
Opening her book, Celeste sucked unconsciously on the end of her quill for a moment (a habit that Narcissa would have found horrifying in any other person, but that endeared her to this one).
"Well, we were musing on ways to make sure the event felt sophisticated and adult, but still maintained a playfulness that would speak to the children that are the most important part of anything the foundation does." She glanced between Mr Higgs and her grandmother. "I had a thought about that this morning. What about a masquerade? We can position it as the refined version of a fancy dress party."