Daphne smirked. "Exactly. Don't give the prick the satisfaction of being able to," she said, pleased Astoria for the moment. She chuckled with amusement when Astoria said she hot her hot British man the night before. "Then clearly you need to move on to hot French men," she replied with a pleased smile. Astoria deserved to have some fun and get out, to fuck around. She knew wasn't exactly her sister's style, but never hurt anyone. Especially someone who was already pissed off as Astoria seemed to be.
She shrugged. "Well, girls do love to gossip. Just for my curiosity, this Bell is the fiancee right? Just someone who knew and thought you did too?" she asked, finding hard to follow a tad bit. Mostly because some details were coming in after others. She knew the story, but she wanted to know the players better. "And one day, just think, he won't even have that going for him either," she said with a smirk.
She nodded. "You should, even if you just tell me the things he was horrible at you'd feel better. Trust me," she said with a smirk. She frowned slightly. "No, you didn't say it was your fault. You merely implied you were beating yourself up over it, which in turn, means you were subconsciously placing the blame for his thoughtful, asshole decisions on yourself. Where the blame need not be,I might ass." She smirked. "Yes you do, but you already knew that."
She was going to argue that most marriages these days were shams so no one would actually care about his particularly, but she decided it was best this time to allow Astoria to win one without arguing with her. For all Daphne knew, McLaggen might actually learn his lesson not to fuck with people, but she doubted it. And all that meant is that someday, somehow, McLaggen would get his even if it wasn't Astoria doing it. She headed for the back and grabbed a bottle of tequila and two glasses it took it back out to the counter by Astoria. "Why would mum know anything? Unless you plan to tell her, because I most certainly don't."