"There has yet to be any sort of accident," Abby murmured as she took the champagne flute and drank it. "I'd hoped there wouldn't be, but... The problem with things having to be public."

At least her role. It had to be a spectacle. Keep the heiress in the spotlight, centre the coven around her. To keep the other members in shadow and try to protect them. At least until their numbers were strong enough to properly hold up.