Birthday Wishes Narcissa and Molly
Monday, October 20
The elegant restaurant was strangely empty save for two occupants seated at the best table in the house. Lucius had arranged it that way, having no wish to dine with any undesirables. The owner was very compliant to closing the place to the public for the night, paid handsomely for the favor.
A waiter refilled their champagne glasses, melting away as quickly as he came once the service was finished. The table was laden with choice plates, the skill of the chef shining through for the well-paying, intimidating guests of the evening.
Lucius' eyes glittered in the soft candlelight, his lips curving in an almost predatory way as he surveyed Narcissa. She was elegance incarnate, the gift he'd given her earlier sparkling against her throat, casting rainbow shadows on her silky skin.
"To my beautiful wife," he said silkily, raising his glass in salute.
