"Ah," she murmured. "Bella always did have a way of injecting as much venom as possible into her stories. Yes, I was betrothed to your father, but I got cold feet at the last minute and ran." She smirked to herself. It had been worth being blasted off the family tree, since she had a wonderful daughter who had blessed her with a grandson.
"I'm afraid I know very little about you, Draco. Your mother and I have only just begun to correspond with each other after nearly twenty-five years."