Sunday, February 26th ~*~ Afternoon
There really was no reason to be nervous. At all.
Yet Daphne was pretty sure that if she'd tried to eat anything for lunch she would have been sick to her stomach.
Her Mum wanted to meet the man in her daughter's life, a simple and logical request, one she'd been hinting about for awhile - even more so after she heard they'd made up from the fight. Yet Daphne had been hesitant, as if by bringing the two most important people in her life together some how made things... uncomfortably serious. Having everyone know she was dating Harry was one thing, but meeting a parent, her parent, was more and Daphne was terrified that things would fall apart. That her Mum would show Harry pictures of Daphne naked and bathing with Mister Ducky. That Harry would think she was trying to pressure him into something, what she wasn't sure.
So she'd resisted her mother's hints until they'd turned into requests and then into a rather hurt declaration that Daphne must be ashamed of her mother for why else would she not want her to meet Harry.
It was a cheap and clearly transparent shot, but Daphne fell for it anyway.
Which is why she agreed to invite Harry over for afternoon tea with Mum. She'd broached the subject a few days ago, to give him plenty of time to come up with an excuse and wasn't sure if she was relieved or not when he agreed. Daph had given him directions and told him what time to show up and had been on pins and needles all day as she hurried around her mother's cottage baking and dusting, straightening already perfectly organized bric-a-brac.