Daphne seemed like a natural in very high, very thin heels, but the truth was, she was only so good because she had lots and lots of practice. She started when she was only six, and practiced with their mother's heels. It was a shame she didn't have so much dedication to practice when it had come to her schooling. Not like Daphne needed a degree in anything.
"That dress is so pretty!" Daphne gushed as she took Astoria's hand and pulled her inside for a moment. "I just need to get my handbag and feed Queenie." The Persian was sitting on the coffee table, her little nose in Daphne's teacup. "She's going to be so bitchy if I don't do it until I get home. Sit. It'll only take a moment."
Daphne moved to the coffee table and took the cup into the kitchen. She rifled through her shelves, looking for the cat food. "How are you today, Story?" she asked as she opened the food and bent to get the food bowl.