It was only her extreme societal self-control that kept Narcissa's eyebrows from leaving her forehead as the children seemed to utterly forget there was anyone else in the room (or perhaps the entire world). Well. If things carried on like this, she'd have to see about getting her grandmother's rings cleaned and resized. Celeste had always so admired them.
"Yes, live music is imperative, I agree," she said after delicately clearing her throat and drawing her granddaughter's attention back to the matter at hand. "And the venue seems fairly obvious."
"Oh yes," Celeste said happily. "We absolutely must have the event at the Manor. The ballroom is just the right size and the gardens always look so lovely in December."
Someday she must enquire about the magics that kept the gardens lightly dusted in snow and made the air warm enough to walk about in them. She had an inkling that her grandparents must have spent an exorbitant sum on that spell work.