**Kirsty’s Perspective**
The next morning, I wake up to the soft light filtering through the curtains of Andrea’s penthouse bedroom. For a moment, I forget who I am—just a girl in a luxurious bed, wrapped in silk sheets. But the second I see Andrea’s reflection staring back at me in the mirror across the room, reality hits.
This isn’t my life. It’s a borrowed fantasy, and every day feels like I’m acting in a play where I don’t know the script.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling me from my thoughts. I reach for it, and my heart skips a beat when I see the notification.
*Rachel: Morning, Andrea! Last night was amazing. We should do it again soon. Btw, have you talked to Cassidy recently? She’s been looking for you.*
Cassidy. There’s that name again. My hands tremble slightly as I type a response, trying to remember everything I know about Cassidy from the photos and social media posts.
*Me: Hey, Rachel! Glad you had fun. I haven’t spoken to Cassidy yet, but I’ll reach out today. Thanks for the heads up.*
I set the phone down and take a deep breath. I can’t keep dodging these people. Sooner or later, someone will notice I’m not really Andrea. But how do I handle this? How do I navigate a life that isn’t mine?
I pull up Cassidy’s contact and hesitate before dialing. What do I say? What if she senses something’s off? But I can’t avoid her forever, so I hit call.
“Hey, Andrea!” Cassidy’s voice is bright and cheerful, making my anxiety spike. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for days!”
“Hi, Cassidy,” I say, trying to sound casual. “Sorry about that, I’ve been swamped with work and events. How are you?”
She laughs lightly. “Same old, same old. We need to catch up! How about lunch today? My treat.”
Lunch? My mind races. I have no idea where Cassidy likes to eat, what her favorite foods are, or what they usually talk about. But I can’t back out now.
“Lunch sounds great,” I say, hoping I can pull this off. “Where should we meet?”
“Let’s do that little bistro on 5th. You know, our usual spot.”
Our usual spot. I scribble down the name and try to steady my voice. “Perfect. See you there at noon?”
“Can’t wait! See you soon, Andrea.”
As I hang up, I realize this is more than just a casual lunch. It’s a test. I have to convince Cassidy that I’m really Andrea—Andrea who knows her favorite place, who remembers their conversations, who fits seamlessly into this world.
I head to the wardrobe, searching for something that screams “Andrea Willows” but still feels like me. I settle on a chic yet understated outfit and spend extra time on my makeup, trying to match Andrea’s effortless glam.
As I make my way to the bistro, nerves start to creep in. What if I mess this up? What if Cassidy sees through me? But I push those thoughts aside. I’ve come this far—I have to see it through.
When I arrive, Cassidy is already seated at a small table by the window, waving me over with a big smile. I paste on my best “Andrea” smile and walk over, my heart pounding.
“Hey, you!” Cassidy greets me with a hug. “You look fabulous, as always.”
“You too,” I say, returning the hug. “Sorry I’ve been so MIA lately.”
“No worries. I know how crazy your schedule gets,” she says, flipping through the menu. “But I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed our chats.”
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Adventure17 year old Andrea Willows had just won her 3rd grammy and was getting bored with her life. As she wished to live a normal life, Kirsty Cameron, a girl with a normal life, also wished for a life of popularity and riches. Their wishes get granted and...
