Celine's POV.

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It was Friday night. I stood beside my bed, preparing to sleep, when my door suddenly opened.

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

"Dad, I don't understand. Why do I have to take Clara's place tomorrow? Where is she?" I asked, because I knew Clara had gone for her bridal shower. How could she just run away on the eve of her wedding?

"Something came up, according to Clara, and she had to take care of it," my father said. I sighed, still standing in my bedroom. I hadn't attended the extravagant bridal shower for my twin sister, Clara Mason.

Clara and I were identical twins. We were both 25 years old. And I knew 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 was in a relationship with Martin Enzo, a construction worker. But Martin wasn't the type of groom my father wanted, so he rejected him.

Everyone was proud of my twin sister. She was everyone's favorite, even our older brother, Luca's. 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 could marry me. Despite my plea, my parents refused to let me marry and chased Martin and his uncles away after they came to ask for my hand in marriage. Because of that, 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 could Clara just disappear without telling her manager that she is marrying the wealthy man you all wanted?" I asked 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 replicas.

"Celine, I know that you are finding this hard to believe. But Clara said she had worked so hard to be selected for the Stars Award, and she couldn't miss the modeling shoot. Please, you are her twin sister and Jace Augustus will never find out," my mother begged me, and I stared at her in horror.

"Mom, I cannot do it. You and Father need to order Clara to come back right now. Where's my phone?" I stepped back to my bed, picked my phone and called 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 stood in for her before, and many people wouldn't know I wasn't Clara. The worst part was when her fans visited my shop, took photos of me, and tagged me as Clara. But I was not my sister. Dammit.

"Clara!" My angry voice rang out over the phone 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 left me speechless. I was ready to do anything for this crazy sister of mine, just to make her happy and help her achieve her dream of becoming a top model.

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

"Celine, I wish I could explain this to you, but my phone battery is about to die. Please. After this, I won't ask you to stand in for me again. Please, please," Clara begged me again, leaving 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 clarification, because Jace and I were not close.

I knew Jace was my sister's fiancé. He showed her off to his friends and other politicians. My sister was very popular, 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," Clara said, and I sighed heavily.

"This is too risky. What if Jace finds out and has me arrested? What do I tell him? You have to explain it to him so that we don't kiss, or so he doesn't think of me as you. I don't like your fiancé and I cannot stand in for you. I'm sorry," I tried to end the call, and my sister begged, "Please, Celine. I'm begging you. If you don't help me, then we are no longer sisters."

"Clara!" I was speechless. This was her usual threat.

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

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

"Celine, you have to stand in for Clara. If Jace Augustus find out that your sister is missing, then we are doomed," my father begged me and even went as far as kneeling.

I guessed this was the price I had to pay for being born a twin. My twin sister used me for most of her schemes and sent me to cover for her with threats of disowning me. And now it was her wedding.

"Fine. I will try to do this. But I hope Jace doesn't find out. If he does, 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, and I sighed heavily.

"Fine. I will give it a trial. You guys should excuse me. Let me get 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 went to my bed to sleep, but dread filled my heart.