"I won't," she promised. She felt conflicted. Angry and hurt and disappointed. But she wanted to focus on the anger. Anything else was not an option. "I think I can do a hot French man," Astoria replied, smiling despite everything else.
Astoria nodded. "The fiancee who thought it would be a good idea to tell an acquaintance all about her little arrangement." She rolled her eyes then. It had been a mistake on Katie's part but a blessing on Astoria's. Cormac probably never even planned on telling her. He'd gotten what he wanted so why would he? "She doesn't even have a clue about me and him." She spat the word as it it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Cormac's name would not be crossing her lips any time soon. She reached up to run a hand through her hair, suddenly wishing she'd brushed it better at least. He wasn't worth it. She just had to keep telling herself that he was not worth it.
She smiled, though she wasn't sure she really wanted to tell Daphne anything about that night. There was a part of her -- a stupid, foolish, naive part of her -- that wanted to keep the memory to herself. It had been so nice sitting there on that couch with him that for the first time she admitted to herself that it hurt to know he'd been using her all along. She released a harsh breath as if it would make the pain disappear. It didn't. "I'm beating myself up for not knowing better. I always know better." So what was it about Cormac that had changed that? She'd let down her guard and now she was being punished for it.
Astoria held out her hand expectantly, waiting for Daphne to hand a glass of tequila. Merlin, she needed a drink. The thought of any more alcohol should have simply made her sick but it didn't. She needed it. She wanted the warm, burning sensation that came with the first drink. And the numbing that followed. "I won't tell." It wasn't Astoria's style, though she made a mental note that she finally had something to hold against Daphne, even if she was unlikely to ever use it.