The next morning, Elva was still resting peacefully after I awoke and changed, so I left her in the care of Charlotte, the Nanny, and Mark, and went down to breakfast alone.
I was nearly there, when both Veronica and Tiffany blocked my path.
“We want to talk to you,” Veronica said.
We were about to have breakfast beside each other. “Could it wait until breakfast?” If they were going to yell at me about ‘my’ behavior last night, I’d prefer it not to happen on my empty stomach.
“No,” Veronica said.
Okay, then. I sighed in resignation and followed them to a quieter spot away from the doorway to the dining room.
Tiffany crossed her arms. “We talked to the other-you last night at the gala.”
“She looked like you and spoke like you, but it was clear to us both that she was not you,” Veroni
