Chapter 1

Celine's POV

"Celine, you have to take up your sister's place tomorrow," my father, Mr. Morris Mason, said to me. His voice persuasive as he stormed into my room with my mother.

"Dad, I don't understand. Why will I have to take up Clara's place tomorrow? Where is she?" I asked, because I was aware that my twin sister, Clara Mason went for her bridal shower. How can she just flee on the eve of her wedding?

"Something came up, according to Clara, and she had to take care of it," My father said, his tone duplicative and I sighed, standing in my bedroom as I didn't attend the extravagant bridal shower of my twin sister, Clara Mason.

Clara and I were identical twin sisters. We are both 25 years old. And I know that many of Clara's friends were saying that I was jealous of my twin sister because she was getting married before me. But that was not the truth.

I am in a relationship with Martin Enzo, a construction worker in this state. But Martin wasn't the type of groom my father wanted, so he rejected him.

Everyone was proud of my twin sister. She was the apple of everyone's eyes, even our older brother, Luca. But I was the reverse.

I owned a bakery shop in this part of the city. And I pleaded with my parents last month to allow me to marry Martin. But my father plainly refused and said that only a rich man is allowed to marry me.

Despite my pleas, my parents refused me from getting married to Martin and chased him and his uncles away after they came for my hand in marriage. Because of this incident, I refused to attend my twin sister's engagement party or her bridal shower. Now she had disappeared and wanted me to take her place on her wedding day.

"How can Clara just disappear without explaining her reason to her manager that she is getting married to a wealthy man, the groom you all wanted?" I queried my father, my voice somber, as he stood by my room door with my mother.

My father had a dark complexion, while my mother was fair like me and my twin sister. We were her exact replica.

"Celine, I know that you are finding this hard to believe. But Clara said that she had worked so hard to be among those to be selected for the stars award, and she cannot miss the modelling contest. Please, you are her twin sister, and Jace Augustus will never find out," My mother begged me, her voice plaintive and I looked at her face in horror.

"Mom, I cannot do it. You and father need to order Clara to come back right now. Where's my phone?" I moved back to my bed drawer and went to pick up my phone and contacted my twin sister.

She owed me an explanation of this sudden disappearance. 

How can she expect me to stand in for her on her wedding day? Is she crazy? I had already stood in for Clara several times, and many wouldn't know that I am not Clara.

The worst, her fans visit my shop and taking photos of me and tagging me as Clara Mason. But I am not my twin sister.

"Clara!" My angry voice boomed over the phone call, as soon as she answered my call.

"Hey, Celine. I am sorry that I took so long to call you. Please, can you stand in for me tomorrow. Please, please, sister," Clara begged me, her voice wheedling that renders me speechless.

I was ready to do anything for this crazy twin sister of mine, just to make her happy and to achieve her dream as a top model.

"Clara, I don't think that I can do this. How do you expect me to stand in for you? Wait, during the wedding ceremony, the priests will ask us to exchange vows and kiss. How can you trade your wedding day for business?" I couldn't understand my twin sister, so I needed an explanation.

"Celine, I wish I could explain this to you, but my phone battery will soon run down. Please, after this one, I won't ask you to stand in for me again. Please, please," Clara begged me, her tone coaxing, rendering me speechless.

"Are you saying that I should kiss your groom? What if he finds out that I am not you? You know that I am not as talkative as you, and I am not that close to him. Did you already tell him that I am not you?" I asked, wanting a better clarification. As I knew Jace Augustus and I aren't close.

I knew that Jace was my twin sister's fiancé. He shows her off to his friends, and other politicians. As my sister is a very popular person with more than 1 million followers online.

"No, Celine. Please, do not tell Jace that I am not you. You have to act as me and pretend that you are me. You know how I behave, so mimic me very much," Clara said, her tone gentle, and I sighed heavily.

"This is too risky. What if he finds out and locks me up? What do I tell him? You have to explain to him so that we don't kiss, or even think of me as you. I don't like your fiancé, and I cannot stand in for you. I am sorry," I wanted to end the call on my twin sister, and she begged me, "Please, Celine. I am begging you. If you don't help me out, then we are no longer sisters."

"What!" I gasped. This was her usual threat—to disown me.

"I don't think that I can do this, Clara," I said, and she threatened, already sobbing over the phone call. Her voice loud and stern. "Then do not call me again!" She declared.

The phone call ended, and I looked at my parents' worried faces, most especially my father's face that was filled with dread.

"Celine, you have to stand in for Clara. If the Augustus finds out that your sister is missing, then we are doomed," My father begged me, his tone laced with desperation even went as far as kneeling down. 

I guessed this was the price I had to pay for being born as a twin. My twin sister used me for most of her silly business and sending me to cover up for her with the threat of disowning me. Now it was her wedding.

"Fine. I will try and do this. But I hope Jace Augustus doesn't find out. If not, I won't go down alone," I warned my parents, my gaze sharp and they shivered.

"No one will know, Celine. You will learn to smile and act like Clara until she is back. Besides, this isn't your first time of taking her place," My mother's imploring voice reached my ears, making me sigh heavily.

"Fine. I will give it a try. You guys should excuse me. Let me have some sleep. This is past midnight," I told my parents, and they smiled and wished me goodnight before leaving my door.

I shut the door and muttered, "I hope I can do this." I later went to my bed to sleep, but dread filled my heart.