Posing As Mariah

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*Monday 6th April, 2016, 7:28am*

Bianca's PoV

"Bianca! Bianca!"

I heard my sister calling me. I groaned, pausing the TV and putting my popcorn back in the kitchen. I went upstairs and went into her bedroom, to see her laying there in her lingerie. This wasn't unusual of her. She always wears the most provocative clothes to bed.

"What?" I asked.

"I need you to walk 'round town while I take the kids to school." Mariah told me.

I sighed, "Okaaay."

"Thanks, sis." She grinned.

"Don't mention it. Want me to go now?" I asked.

"Well, they have to be there in an hour, so just go ten minutes before I leave." Mariah instructed.

"Alright." I nodded, "I'll be watching 'The Avengers', downstairs, if you need me."

"Okay, see ya!" She waved.

"Bye! And get dressed!" I reminded her, as I left the room. Once I finished watching 'The Avengers', I just sat there, eating the rest of the popcorn. After that, I had a shower, got dressed and went into the closet, where a blonde wig was hanging up by my clothes. When I had my hair brown, I wore it, so the paps still thought I was my sister. I used some of her makeup and applied it to my face. I also styled the wig so it looked like Mariah's hair.

Once all that was done, I was ready to go. I made sure the clothes I wore were a little revealing, but not too much or they'd see my boobs weren't as big as Mariah's. Sure, we're the same height, same weight, and same face, but Mariah's boobs are obviously bigger from when she got pregnant with my little niece and nephew, Roc and Roe.

Over the years, I've learnt that perfection is everything to the media; I even have to fake Mariah's beauty mark beside her lips and cover mine under my eye, or they'll be onto me. It's a good thing I also went to beauty school with Mariah when we were seventeen, so I know some key pointers about makeup, hairstyling and contouring.

"Sis, are you ready?" Mariah yelled from the hall.

"Yep." I confirmed, "I'll see y'all soon."

"Okay, bye!"

"Bye, Auntie B!" I heard Monroe yell.
"Bye, Aunt B!" Moroccan yelled after her.

"Bye, guys!" I called back, before leaving the apartment.

I put on my Dior sunglasses and headed into town, where I went to get myself a coffee. The paparazzi began running up to me, their hands out wide, almost to attack me. When I made it to Costa, I sped inside and walked up to the till. The cashier, Anna, smiled as she noticed it was me. I lifted my sunglasses onto my head and smiled back at her.

"Morning, Miss Carey." Anna greeted me.

"Hi, Anna." I answered her, "The usual, please, dahhhling."

"Okay, I'll have your table reserved for you right now."

"Thank you, Anna."

We had a brief conversation, until a waitress came over to me. Red hair, green eyes, shorter than me (obviously, Mariah and I are tall as f***). My - or I should say Mariah's - friend, Kate.