Daphne just nodded with a smirk, thinking what needed to be said had already been said.
She laughed. "Wow, that woman's a moron," she said, meaning it with amusement not even veiled in her tone. She frowned when Astoria said the girl hadn't had a clue. Well, that was obvious. Why would he be telling everyone he was wooing some other woman into bed behind the fiancee's back? But something, along with the knowledge he hadn't been around in their circle much later, made her pause. There was something that didn't add up to Daphne and if she hated anything, it was not knowing everything. "Well, that's interesting. At least she wasn't trying to be a bitch. It was all just accidentally on her part. Not that she should have opened her mouth in the first place. What a fucking gossip!"
She shook her head. "You're not perfect. You can't know what no one tells you or you don't suspect. Really, who would suspect that some playboy would be engaged? To anyone? Let alone some lesbian?" she scoffed. "There was no way for you to know so there is no reason for you to beat yourself up over it."
She poured the two drinks, forgoing the simple rules of shots. They were actual glasses instead. "It'll make you feel better," she said with a smirk. "I know."