"He --" Narcissa looked at Lucius, frowning at the back of his head in his stupid booth and then looked at Evan again, kissing the back of her hand. "I'm supposed to marry him, Evan. How..."
She looked down at her food, feeling a lot less hungry now, then pulled her hand away from him so she could slide her engagement ring off and put it away in her purse. Narcissa pressed her lips together for a moment, until she was pretty sure she was in control of her emotions again, and then she looked up at Evan and smiled. "Forget it," she said. "I want to go back to pretending I really have a boyfriend who cares."
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