My mother's smile barely concealed her glee. "What could I possibly have done? The girl couldn't wait to consummate her marriage with Joel."
"Grace, since you're here, there's something I should tell you. We got our babies mixed up all those years ago. Irene is actually your biological daughter."
Grace pulled out a sheet of paper, her voice urgent. "Vivian, look at this paternity test. Irene is your daughter!"