Daphne was beginning to feel very frustrated. She just wished that Astoria would bring up what she said so they could talk it out, and Daphne could repair another potentially damaged relationship. Daphne would have done it herself, but she wasn't quite sure how to articulate her feelings. She grabbed a very old, nearly empty bottle of perfume and slammed it against her vanity table. It didn't shatter, but it made a loud enough noise that Queenie woke up and grumbled, and Prince jumped a few inches off the ground in fright.
"I give a shit because I don't want the people I care about most to hate me!" Daphne shouted. The action was proof enough that who Daphne really wasn't hadn't completely disappeared, and was only dormant for the time being. It wasn't uncommon for Daphne to shout when she got upset. She truly didn't give a damn about the rest of them, as long as she had her loved ones and the company didn't go down the tubes.
"Fuck it, Astoria." Daphne just decided to go for it. "I'm sorry for mentioning you on the radio, even though I didn't have a choice in the matter."