Narcissa could not help but smile a bit as she watched him hurry off to check his calendar. She knew he would do anything for her if she asked, and she felt a bit guilty for having been so gloomy the past few weeks. In all actuality she was still afraid something could go wrong, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she had been silly to think Lucius would leave her if it did.
"The date is actually a bit far off," she said, as she moved to his desk and stood across from him. "June the fifteenth. It's a Sunday. The third Sunday of the month." It was Father's Day of the following year, and usually they had dinner at his parents' home or hers for the occasion.