Astoria frowned. The idea certainly spoke to the vindictive side of her, the one that had laughed at Cormac at the kissing booth so many months ago. Leaving him in Paris, stranded, just as they'd talked about the first time they'd gone to dinner would be sweet justice. Any other time, or perhaps with any other person, she would have jumped at the chance. This time she just wanted a clean break. She wanted to pretend that Cormac had never existed in the first place. Was that childish? Probably. But she'd never claimed to be the paragon of maturity. "Trust me, the last thing I feel in regards to him is guilt." The more that Daphne rationalized it, the more tempting it was. "A hot frenchman doesn't sound bad at all, actually," she muttered after a moment. In fact, it sounded brilliant.
"Heard? What else have you heard?" Her voice betrayed her curiosity. She could tell without having to ask, what kind of man Cormac was. No commitments, not strings attached. She'd never thought it necessary to ask anyone. But now she was curious about his exploits despite the fact that she knew it wasn't any of her business. And if she ever got to the point where she could be honest with herself, the thought of the women he'd slept with made her somewhat jealous. Merlin, she was even jealous of his fiancee and she was a lesbian. Astoria felt pathetic. She rolled her eyes at that. "I could do without the memory, thanks," she snapped. Deep down she knew that Daphne was right but she didn't want to acknowledge it. It had been a mistake to trust him. "He should've told me," she said petulantly as she crossed her arms over her chest. It was the only thing she could say. However, at the mention of revenge Astoria couldn't help but smile reluctantly. It seemed that her sister was determined and she found it amusing in a twisted way. "You really don't give up, do you?"
Daphne's laughter irritated her. Her expression was a cross between a glare and a pout. Maybe Daphne didn't understand but to Astoria it was important. She shook her head vigorously, not comforted by Daphne's words. "Right, because all those catty bitches I know don't jump at any chance to tear someone down? It doesn't matter if it's the man's fault, they hardly ever get blamed for it." It wasn't fair, but it was the way of the world. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She didn't know the details of Daphne's escapades and frankly, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. Ignorance was bliss, wasn't it? "Please don't say that. Mum would have a heart attack," she said. The mention of alcohol made her slightly queasy but why not? "Only if we go to yours. I can't go out looking like this." She gestured towards herself. Daphne she could trust to see her like that but anyone else? Definitely not.