He had barely seen Astoria since they’d arrived, but he wasn’t surprised. While she was walking around schmoozing with her guests and trying to encourage galleons out of pockets, he had been whisked away almost immediately by Daphne for a dance, her own husband having trod on her toes one too many times to be trusted. Daphne had finally relented however, and they were sat quietly together at the bar sharing a bottle of wine.