She looks at me in disbelief. “Elise Rousseau. I’m Elena’s sister.” I glance at my wife, anger flashing through her eyes. “You have sisters, babe?” Elena shakes her head, and I nod. “I didn’t think so,” I say, before turning back to Elise. “What has the world come to for a mistress’s daughter to liken herself to my girl? You must’ve lost your mind.”
