"If you don't recall a masquerade of late, then I have no doubt that you're correct," Celeste said, perhaps unduly pleased that he liked the idea. "I'm certain that you and," her eyes flicked momentarily to his hand - there didn't appear to be a Mrs Higgs as of yet, but surely the well-mannered, intelligent, incredibly handsome heir to a great fortune hadn't been allowed by the mothers of Wizarding high society to remain entirely unattached, "the young lady in your life are invited to any and all events worth attending."
Narcissa sipped her tea and watched the interaction between the two young people with some interest. She wasn't entirely sure if Celeste had deftly maneuvered the conversation to find out if Laurence Higgs was seeing anyone, or if she was simply assuming that there couldn't possibly be a reason why he wouldn't be. As her granddaughter was almost pathologically predisposed to only seeing the good in people, Narcissa suspected and hoped that it was the latter. Unless things had drastically changed in Lille, her darling girl didn't have it in her to be calculating.