Astoria's frowned only deepened at the mention of that night. Thinking about it left her confused. She didn't know what to make of it. Why hadn't he just told her? She'd thought that, at the very least, Cormac respected her. But this whole thing told her otherwise. Suddenly she was angry again. He was a prick. She'd been right about him the first time. Astoria was always right and she shouldn't have doubted it because of cheap words and a charming smile. She'd been a fool and it was only fair of her to return the favor. "I suppose it isn't fair for him to ruin my vacation, is it?" she asked carefully, considering the situation. The more she thought about it, the more tempting it was. "I got my hot British man last night." That cheered her up a little. Sure, she could barely remember any of it but at least it had happened? In a sick, twisted way she considered it progress.
She did not like the pang of jealous she felt at the mention of his reputation. It frustrated her more than anything. She didn't want to want him although deep inside she knew she still did. It was the most infuriating part of all. "It was until Bell blabbed about the whole thing at a bar." Astoria rolled her eyes. She would have never trusted an acquaintance with that kind of information. But she was grateful that Katie had told her. Grateful that she found out so that she could make him feel just as foolish for thinking he could do this to her and get away with it. The thought startled. Maybe Daphne had been right after all. Maybe she needed to get her revenge before moving past it, in order to move past it. She knew she should have stopped to think about what that meant, that Daphne hadn't heard much about him in months. He probably just got more adept at hiding things. Astoria rolled her eyes when Daphne called him a pretty boy. "It's about the only thing he has going for him," she said harshly, though her heart felt heavy.
Astoria laughed unwittingly. Daphne could be terrible but she loved her for it. It was just what she needed right now. Someone who understood and who would have no mercy for Cormac. "I suppose I could give that a try," she grinned. But her sister's next words brought the frown back. "I never said it was my fault." It wasn't. He had fucked up and she knew that she shouldn't be the one to suffer for it." She shot Daphne a weak, sardonic smile. "I've obviously lots to learn from you, big sister."
"I think his sham of an engagement should be enough to keep him quiet," she replied. Astoria would never speak about it and she doubted he would either. She sighed. "And mum won't ever know, right?" One could hope. Astoria smiled at that. Daphne thought of everything. "Tequila, I think." She needed something strong. She almost wanted to tell Daph how much she appreciated her in that moment but that wasn't what they did. Still, the use of the childhood nickname and Daphne's trademark personality were comforting.