Feeling compelled to make room for Astrid to sit down, Daphne subconsciously pushed the boxes closer to the head of her bed as the girl rested her knees against the bed. Her air of primness reminded her greatly of Sebastian, and the way he tried to emulate their father and his haughty attitude.
"Oh, no, I haven't seen much of him either. Have you tried his room?" Waving her hand over the space that was cleared away for the girl, she motioned for Astrid to make herself comfortable.
When she questioned what she was doing, Daphne looked at the box which she carelessly tossed the hair comb into, "I was just admiring my gifts." Plucking the box back up, she lifted the hair comb and turned it over in her fingers, "Did you like your gifts? I selected them myself. I wasn't quiet sure what you might enjoy, so I decided to go with something safe." A mink stole and pearl bracelet is always safe, right? For some reason, she figured she wasn't living in a house full of fur protesters.