"True. I suppose you're right." And for all of five minutes, Tracey had almost had the proper pureblood husband and the proper, at least in appearances, pureblood marriage.
Watching Millicent mix the cake together, Tracey considered that she might need to learn that at some point. Learn some domestic skills before she had a child to think of. Maybe there was still a house elf to be had somewhere that would work for cheap.
"What's wrong with them opening the door. That's not so much about gender specific rights as much as it is about manners." There had been a few times in her life where Tracey had felt dainty and feminine and wanted to be pampered like the girl she was. All of those times, all but maybe one, had been with Blaise. "'course I have to agree with you. They would be wise not to touch you."
She snorted, waiting until things were mixed enough she could dip her finger in the batter. "You have no friends or family thick enough to do that. Who would be such a bastard?" She'd be so upset if someone told on Isaac or Marcus either.