"Don't lie." Parvati frowned, "You wouldn't have stopped listening. You always listen - even to me when I go on and on." Fiddling with an ivory napkin, Parvati pulled a bit at its edges, "Spencer really does love his work, doesn't he? But he's done so well for himself, and you know what that'll mean-" Like an imp she leaned forward and tapped Dina's ring finger with a grin.
It was sort of an understanding that Spencer would never have proposed to Dina until he felt as if his own personal fortune was substantial enough to hobnob with the purebloods. Though, according to Wozorgs - the yearly publication of wizarding society's wealthiest, the Capper family had, for once, broken through. Yet, Spencer showed no signs of slowing down.
"Hm. He had to stay late. The CEO of one of the companies we invest in just died and it's thrown the entire future of the company into question." She tapped her glass, "But you know," Parvati shrugged awkwardly, eyes not meeting Dina's, "I don't get why it even matters really. You know how much money the Malfoys have - Draco needn't lift a finger, really. I don't understand why he can't just ... relax a bit." He had relaxed of course, the entire year after their marriage Draco had cut back work hours to spend time with his needy, loving wife - an extended honeymoon of sorts - but reality always had a nasty way of coming back in.
Parvati rather preferred her fairytale, thank you very much.