She knew, and she didn't care. As long as 'Maggie' was being dropped, accidentally or not, Irving would be used. Besides, his proper name was Irving and Marguerite wasn't too fond of nicknames or crude uses of the last name. God forbid anyone should call her 'Delacour' for she'd have a conniption!
She spent the next hour shopping for a new outfit in muggle London, which included a dress, heels, new jewelry and a new shade of lipstick, even. She didn't expect much from him but she would at least look her very best. Of course, the moment she opened the door..
Well. Those expectations were exceeded. She lost her breath and had to steady her heart. She hadn't felt this excited about a man since Cal. Bastard. She stepped out quietly and used her wand to lock her door behind her before placing it in her clutch purse which was obviously charmed to hold more than it seemed.
The dress she wore was just as expensive as his, a bright pink off the shoulder piece that hit just above her knees. She coughed softly into her fist and waited for him to turn about.