Before video games and her online connections with Mary (who never guessed she was playing against her own sister), Rosalie's dream was to live as an artist in Paris.

She was rather creative--though not nearly as much fun using food in the bedroom as Mary--and decorated their walls with French paintings of nudes lolling on red velvet couches. She even had colored scarves over the lampshades which themselves dangled with crystals that when lit up, gave the room an odd display of rainbow-colored nuggets of light. She thought it looked like the boudoir of a French prostitute. Her husband thought it looked like a seventies' discotheque and would strut and dance like Travolta.

That was the first clue to him that they didn't really communicate well.