Cas was cleaning up the mess the guests had left behind when he saw Daphne’s reflection in the mirror. He looked down and put the glasses in the sink.
“Emmanuel” Daphne detto soft. Cas didn’t respond. “Emmanuel, look at me” Cas reluctantly turned around, but still didn’t look at her.
Daphne cupped his face, forcing him to look up. “Emmanuel, honey, I am so sorry for yelling at you. Please believe me”
The look in his eyes made her step back. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” she asked slowly. Cas didn’t answer that question.
“You should consider your actions before...

Daphne rushed into the living room and looked for her sister. Once she found her she headed to her and before Zoey could even blink Daphne had lifted her hand and slapped her. Someone gasped, but it wasn’t Zoey.
“Daphne, what is going on?” Mrs. Allen demanded to know. Daphne rotated her head to her mother. “Why don’t te ask this slut?” she said. Another gasp. “Daphne, this is no way to talk in front of guests” Mrs. Allen reproached.
“What’s the matter, mom?” Daphne asked scornful. “Afraid I will spike your little balloon and everyone will see who sweet Zoey really is?...

Daphne searched the room for an escape, realized there was none and then laughed nervously at Cas. “Sweetie, why don’t we…why don’t we go upstairs and talk about this?” she suggested.
“Why can’t te tell me right here? Is the truth so upsetting te think I might do something to embarrass te and myself?” Cas asked.
“If te mean causing a scene, you’ve already done a great job of that” Daphne detto and she took his arm. “Come on, let’s go”
She dragged Cas upstairs to her room and locked the door. She turned around. “This better be good, Emmanuel. Now tell me, what...