Celine's POV

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

"Dad, I do not understand. Why will I have to take up Clara's place tomorrow? Where is she?" I asked my father, aware that Clara had gone for her bridal shower. How could 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, and I sighed, standing in my bedroom as I had not attended the extravagant bridal shower of my twin sister, Clara Mason.

Clara and I were identical twin sisters, both 25 years old. I knew that many of Clara's friends were saying 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, but Martin was not 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 opposite. I owned a bakery shop in this part of the city, and I had 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 to let me get married and chased Martin and his uncles away after they came for my hand in marriage. Because of this incident, I refused to attend my 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, who stood in my doorway 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 this is hard to believe, but Clara said she had worked so hard to be among those selected for the stars award, and she cannot miss the modeling shoot. Please, you are her twin sister, and Jace Augustus will never find out," my mother begged me, and I looked at her face in shock.

"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 and pick up my phone to contact my sister. She owed me an explanation for this sudden disappearance. How could she expect me to stand in for her on her wedding day? Was she crazy? I had already stood in for Clara, and many would not know that I am not Clara. The worst part is, her fans visit my shop and take photos of me, tagging me as Clara. But I am not my sister. Dammit.

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

"Hey, Celine. I'm sorry I took so long to call you. Please, can you stand in for me tomorrow? Please, please, sister," Clara begged me in her sweet, seductive voice that renders me speechless. I was ready to do anything for this crazy sister of mine, just to make her happy and to achieve her dream as a top model.

"Clara, I do not think I can do this. How do you expect me to stand in for you on your wedding? 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 could not understand my 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 once more, 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. I knew Jace and I were not close.

I knew that Jace was my sister's fiancé. He showed her off to his friends and other politicians, as my sister is a very popular person with more than 10 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, 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 do not kiss, or even think of me as you. I do not like your fiancé, and I cannot stand in for you. I'm sorry," I wanted to end the call on my sister, and she begged me, "Please, Celine. I'm begging you. If you do not help me out, then we are no longer sisters."

"Clara!" I was tongue-tied. This was her usual threat.

"I do not think I can do this," I said, and she threatened, already sobbing over the phone call. "Then do not call me again."

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

"Celine, you have to stand in for Clara. If the Augustus finds out that your sister is missing on her wedding, then we are doomed," my father begged me, even going 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 sent 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, and they shivered.

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

"Fine. I will give it a try. You guys should excuse me. Let me have some sleep. It's 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.