No, there weren’t any decent men – all the decent men married dull but decent girls, and the bachelors that were left were... different.

Estelle grimaced at Angel’s suggestion of a man. “Not for me,” she said, with a sniff. “I spoke to him at a ball this summer and he didn’t even recognise me.” She had been smiling, but still – the gall of him! Like any of the Malfoy daughters were newcomers to society now!

So he had been obliterated from her list for that. Besides, she expected he would never be able to swallow his own humiliation at his mistake. It had not made for particularly comfortable conversation then. “You can have him.” Was that her being kind? It felt like she was being kind.

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