"Well, yes... no. Somewhat? I would prefer the less social side of a socialites life." Daphne had to snicker at the irony of that statement, and Daphne would have reiterated what she meant had she not been interrupted with another question. Arching her brow slightly, more out of frustration of being interrupted she waited to see if Nikolas had anymore questions before answering him once more.
"No, they weren't," Glancing down at her drink, she shook her head. "Mother was the perfect little catch. Pretty, outgoing, pureblood, a daughter from the prestigious house of Nott." Rolling her eyes, Daphne, despite looks, was the complete opposite of her mother. At times she hated herself for being that way. She respected her mother greatly, that came with any proper upbringing, but she hated her mother for setting the standards for her children so high. That was probably why she insisted upon an arranged marriage. Daphne wasn't 'capable' of making proper relationships, and holding on to them like her mother was able to. Astoria is more like their mother, after all, look at who she is snogging during Prefect rounds. Draco bloody Malfoy. Their mother would be so proud, no doubt.