It had always been hard to keep up his image around Daphne, that is, the one that the media knew him best by and the exact same one that earned him magazine titles year after year, despite the fact everything about him should be boring by now.
His fame, his face, his money were the objects of everybody's affection, Seth was no fool to think that people actually liked him- as a person. Except for Daphne, and the fact that she left when he was being a major prick (showing up to dates drunk, getting high during their anniversary, frolicking with other women) showed him that she cared, unlike the others who stayed for the sake of their part of the will. It was weird to say, but Seth truly appreciated that Daphne left, if she hadn't, he'd probably still be thinking that he could not lose.
"Hi," he replied with a small smile, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy. "Thanks," Seth nodded as he slipped passed her into the mansion and hoped that the word awkward was not etched across his forehead, "Uh. How have you been?"