Astoria's head turned towards the counter when she heard Daphne's voice. She moved towards her hesitantly, suddenly unsure of whether she actually wanted to confide in her sister. It was embarrassing and humiliating, knowing that you'd been made a fool of. Daphne would probably think she was an idiot. And she was, wasn't she? She'd been careless and had trusted him entirely too easily and this was her punishment. Astoria should have known better. She just should have.
She didn't look at Daphne when she finally reached her. Her eyes were on the counter, studying the grain of the wood as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world while her fingers slid across the surface. Maybe she should have just stayed at home. She felt sick and probably needed food. But if anyone could help, it was definitely her sister.
"Daphne," she said again in greeting, finally looking up at her. How exactly was she supposed to bring this up?
The guy I fucked didn't tell me he was engaged?
Somehow Astoria didn't think that was completely appropriate.