Although Daphne felt nervous, she also felt intrigued and somewhat angry. No wonder her heart was pounding! Her legs felt a little wobbly, too.

Despite that, as she approached the ex-lover, the dalliance and the so-called friend, she smiled one of her sweetest smiles. In fact she smiled it so much she had a slight concern it would be stuck on her face forever. She had remembered her mother's saying - better to be a live coward than a dead hero - and she decided that her best form of defence was subterfuge. After all, they appeared to need her more than she needed them! Well, that wasn't true but it made her feel a lot better.

"How fantastic!" She did a pretty good impression of cool, chic, slick and sleek. "All my favourite people in one go!" "Let me get us all a drink; this is an occasion to celebrate!" she declared. The smile was still glued to her face. 

Daphne ordered a huge bottle of champage, insisting to the barely-clothed lovelies that she would open it herself. And open it she did (after a surreptitious shake or two first), all over the three of them. Wow, were they drenched! Daphne had never appreciated, until that moment, how sweet revenge could be. 

She strode towards the exit, satisfaction radiating from her body like a Sheffield steel furnace.

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