Fifty three

“What in God's name is this?” Charlotte's face was squeezed deeply and in a disgusted frown as she gazed at the picture on her phone. Bethany's username was not hard to find because she was using her real name, and she was also on the top search as she was big on Instagram. And finding the picture was not hard as it was a pinned post.

“What's the problem?” Emily shuffled closer to Charlotte to look at her phone. A frown also appeared on her face when she saw the picture.

“I know that Bethany and I have some resemblance, and someone who's not close to us would mistake us for each other if we are seen separately. But, if we are standing together, that would be a different case, mom. She looks so much like me here,” Charlotte spat out the words in disgust. She could feel her stomach churning and felt like throwing up.

Emily grabbed the phone from her daughter's hand and zoomed the picture, "Bethany and her mother are sickos. Amarie dressed her to look like you. As I thought, your father