Chapter 3

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After Taryn filled me in with everything that happened, and what was the last thing she spoke with everyone, I organize everything in my head and head home.

I made sure to cover my missing finger because it is the only thing that could give me away.

They have never been able to tell the difference between me and my sister no matter how many times we pretended to be each other no one noticed.

hopefully they won’t notice this time either and if it works out maybe I’ll play Taryn for a little longer, I’m sure it is not going to be that hard.

When I arrive there the place is quiet no one seems to be at the house, so I take this an opportunity to check out my old room. Maybe they get rid of it or they are simply using it for something else.

To my surprise the room is untouched, everything seems to be at its usual spot.

When I left, I didn’t take anything with me, not that I didn’t have a choice, on the contrary I chose not to take anything because I was sure that I’ll come back.

Until I’m hit with realization that maybe I’ll never be using this room again, but this is not the right time or place to mourn my old life.

At least this time I’ll take some stuff with me.

I notice my hair pin on the nightstand, I pick it up admiring the sight of it between my fingers. No matter how beautiful humans designs of accessories, they will never be this pretty.

As I’m putting it in my pocket my fingers hit something. A piece of paper. I pull it out to check it out to find that it is addressed to me.

Why would Taryn’s dress have a letter to me in its pocket. It’s her handwriting.

The sound of footsteps approaching stops me from reading the words. I know the sound of those footsteps very well, and I know who they belong to.

Oriana. I’ve lived with this creature more than I’ve lived with my own mother that also means I know how stupid and easily fooled she is; so, I guess I have nothing to worry about from her side, still I’m not sure if I’m allowed to be in here, I open the door quickly and exist the room.

Taryn told me that she and Oriana developed a friendship between them, I never thought that woman is capable of having friends.

I put on my best smile and turn to face her.
She doesn’t return my smile. She looks concerned and in a rush.
Did they notice that Taryn is not here?

“Taryn, thank God I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Your father wants to see you now.” She says, it’s obvious that she was looking for Taryn aka me.

“What does he need me for?” I ask genuinely confused; I realize that I shouldn’t have acted very confused because maybe Taryn knows what Madoc wants.

If she did, she hadn’t told me anything about it though.
“We already talked about this Taryn, let’s not make him wait.”

They talked about this? This made feel uneasy because I spent a whole day talking with my sister about everything I should know to not get caught. She wouldn’t trick me now, would she?

I follow Oriana. She is taking me to Madoc’s office. I have a feeling this will be the worst day of my life.

The sight of the big chandelier is the first thing I see when the door open, I’m still standing behind Oriana, I’m convincing myself that this is just something Taryn would do and that I’m not scared. But I’m.

Because Madoc needing Taryn for something is not something I’m used to.

Oriana turns to look at me like I’m supposed to know what should I do.
“Come in.” It was Madoc who spoke. So, I do I step inside, and that’s when I notice I’m not the only person here.
On the chair opposite from the desk sat a blond man in his mid-forties, a black suit hangs his figure.

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