Daphne noted Seth's smile was different than she remembered it. She wondered if something was wrong, or if, perhaps, it had simply changed over the years. If there was something wrong, if the rumors were true as she suspected, then Daphne had no problem with putting sole blame on the twit Seth had chosen to marry. If it had been her, Seth would have been taken care of, or so she told herself. She would not have allowed him to sink into such a state.
"That's wonderful, Seth," she said with a small smile. "Sometimes we all need to take a step back from a situation and examine ourselves."
She was glad to see, at least, that Seth was still a gentleman. A polite thank you was given as she sat daintily down into her seat, turning slightly to face him, but not so much that she was facing away from the others at her table. "Is your wife not attending this evening?" she asked quietly, not quite meeting his eyes as she did so. "I hope she has not.. fallen ill." Yes, she hoped for it about as much as a child hopes to retrieve a toothbrush in his Halloween basket.