Just the name made Daphne smile, there was something exotic about Spain. Something that not even Greece - the country her family originated from - held. There something liberating and exhilerating, something that made Daphne feel free. Her attire changed to accomodate the weather, humidity was something she was used to and in a country like Spain there was plenty of it. Her attire at home in England revolved around muted grays, greens, whites and blacks usually form fitting and suitable to a "socialite heiress" of high pedigree and money. Her mother liked to consider Daphne's clothing to that of royalty without the glitz, business chic without the job. In Spain all that was shed for brighter colors and bolder fashion. Today's clothing was a flowing tunic styled dress that hung off her shoulders and while it did not cling to her body it ended about mid-thigh, enough to show off those long legs she possesed. A simple pair of white sandal with an intimidatingly high heel completed the outfit. It was an outfit that was bound to turn heads and not in a negative sort of way. Something about her screamed chic, and it wasn't just the bags that hung off her arms at the moment.
At the sound of Nikolas' voice telling her to wait, Daphne paused, still holding up a bag as her other hand was grasped, those bright blue eyes glanced curiously over at Nikolas. Eyes widened as he held up the hat, it was hideous and a horrid orange hue. Lips curled into a sneer as she dropped the bag and moved next to Nikolas to look over the hat. "Oh darling," she sighed feigning a whimsical sigh, "You're absolutely right, it's perfect." Plucking the hat from his hands, Daphne examined it with scrutiny, before her lips curled into a devious smirk.
"But alas, you see, I have been searching for this exact hat only I wanted it in clementine orange, this is obviously mandarin orange." Shaking her head with disappointment, she looked up at Nikolas. "But, you know, my dear, you look amazing in mandarin orange." Leaning forward to tugged the hat on to Nikolas' head, "Yes, that definitely suits you best."
Head tilted to the side, as a finely manicured finger tapped her cheek thoughtfully and stared at Nikolas. Never in a million years would Daphne had predicted this would be her future. She never thought she would be vacationing with a man who five years prior she hardly knew - and on top of that be married to him. Daphne never saw herself married, at least not at the age of 23, yet here she was; Mrs Daphne Vaisey. There were times where she woke up and still wondered when she would get off this crazy train, but on the end she knew this was not a dream. She was stuck and so was he, she knew instead of being a complete bitch and making everyone miserable she could just suck it up and make the best of it. Nikolas wasn't a bad person and in the last couple of years she actually began to find herself enjoying his company. Of course, he had his faults, mainly in the form of Harold Dingle, but she was learning how to ignore those.
Time. That was all she needed. Time to adjust, time to learn. Luckily for her Nikolas was patient.