Daphne couldn't believe some guy just wouldn't tell a girl. There were plenty of girls who would fuck an engaged guy or a married guy, even. Hell, Daphne herself had been 'the other woman' a time or two without shame or regrets. When all parties knew what they were doing, it was completely different. This prick hadn't even told Astoria. It was wrong. She glared, not particularly at Astoria, but just in general. "Do I know this prick?" she asked, not bothered by Astoria's anger. She had a right to be angry and Daphne knew it wasn't directed at her either. She wanted to find the prick and shove his balls down his throat. If it was one thing someone doesn't it, it was fuck with Daphne's family, her blood.
She stopped and looked over at Astoria. "That's not all?" she inquired, her displeasure and anger still present in her voice. Maybe Astoria deserved that hidden stash of tea after all. She didn't know what to expect, but she hoped that Astoria wasn't going to say she was still seeing the guy or something.