There, that smile was more encouraging, at least. But, Merlin and Morgana, Kat was so young and still very naive when it came to the adult world. Macnair would eat her alive.
"I can tell you some of my grandfather's stories," she offered. "They were contemporaries of a sort, though obviously not of the same social strata. But, that might be best done not over ice cream." Grandfather's stories had not been for the faint of heart. And had certainly put Cassandra off her meals for days. He might be ecstatic the Lestranges and Macnairs of the world were back. But, Cassandra was even less thrilled now than she'd been to begin with.
"I assume your mother is helping with the actual wedding arrangements. Let her handle the ceremony and reception. You focus on preparing for the actual marriage. Where you'll be living, where the money will be coming from -- if you'll have access to it. Are you keeping an allowance from your father, or a separate account for your pay at Witch Weekly? Don't answer me, just think about it." The fewer details of her preparations Kat shared with her, the less Cassandra would be able to tell anyone who asked...by any means.