We laugh together and some of my nervous energy clears up, but that doesn't last long, because another small crowd of made men enter in a rush, followed by a tall Greek girl in a white blouse with dark wide-legged pants and perilously high heels. She stands looking around like a goddess straight from Mt. Olympus until she spots me and smiles.
Helen walks over and waves hello. Eros's sister looks like him, but not as big, and her features are softer and much more feminine. "Hello, Cara," she says and glances at Ophelia. "You're the owner's daughter, correct?"
"Uh, yeah, hi," Phel says. "You're Helen Khazan."
Helen laughs lightly. "The one and only. Mind if I steal Cara here for a second?"
"Please do." Phel gives me a look that means I'll be talking about this with her later.
"Tell your
