"Grand and beautiful Italy no doubt suits you." He replied, with a gentle smile again- Narcissa was jut the sort of young lady one could imagine walking down beautifully frescoed corridors, or treading bare-footed over ancient mosaics, the sun in her hair. She would have made a beautiful Empress in the era of Rome, and no doubt would now if that grandeur and awe could be rekindled.
"My summer was just the relaxing break I needed." He told her, laughing gently, "Although I have to say I missed the charming company I usually find at school. Which is why I found this for you. I felt it was very much like you- beautiful and refined and tasteful, elegant and graceful and never, ever tarnished. And of course, unique." He said, letting her take the tissue-wrapped package, the soft peach of the paper beautiful against her skin. "I hope you like it."