Elena's POV
I think I underestimated the brute my father gave me to as a wife. He carried me on his shoulders, ignored my outbursts and flung me at his reception. It was so darn embarrassing. Thank goodness that his receptionist, Mrs. Logan, a woman in her forties has tried to make me feel at ease.
"I wish I could have made it to your wedding with the boss, Mrs. Elena but I'm so glad that you are his significant other."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're glad?"
"Yeah," she looked around, as if she was making sure the coast was clear. "Most of the other women he brings around aren't wife worthy but you are."
I chuckled in my head. It would seem like she has a mouth on her and it would be to my benefit.
"What are the other women like?"
"The usual, socialites that are mostly with him for the glamor and money. Most treat us like we mean less than the ground the step on. You don't seem to be that way." She then gave me a pointed look.
