Elliot was your fiance, a 30 year old. He had a 14 year old daughter named Elizabeth. You're 28.

Elliot is French, with a velvety accent and a deep voice. He's a lawyer, and you live with him in LA.

You have always been kind and loving towards Elizabeth, but she seems to hate you, because you weren't her mom, who passed away.

You were making dinner, and you ask her to put her phone away for a bit.

She glares at you.

"You're not my mom," she snaps, storming upstairs. "You never will be!"