It has been six months since the accident and the wedding got postponed.
Alice is living my life in the convent and I am living hers. She remembers nothing, all she knows is what she is told. My parents never visit her or bother much about her. I do not know what I did to make them hate me so much. We just abandoned Alice in the convent for her community to take care of her.
I finally got to hang out with the love of my life every day. I enjoy our time together and his presence. The end does not justify the means, but I knew we were meant to be together. That is why I did what I did.
Our wedding is tomorrow, a wedding based on lies but it makes me happy. I will fake it everyday of my life. Besides, has not everyone cheated me my entire life? Including Alice.
Yes, my sister too.
Yesterday I found her diary. The one thing she would not let me know of while we grew up. My heart broke at everything I found written in it. She knew who he was, she knew I loved him but stole him away from me because he was who she wanted. I read about the times he would ask about me and how she would lie. How she made sure he never got close to me. I also read about how jealous she was that I was growing big in the media industry and how happy she was when I joined the convent.
This must have been why I always had those feelings, how I never could let go of them. My gut was telling me something all along.
All my guilt vanished. I did nothing wrong, I simply took back what was mine.
“Alice,” came his voice from the phone which I had unconsciously received while looking at the new wedding dress I ordered.
I should have been bothered being called her name, but I was not. Nobody knew how to pronounce my name so they would call me Alice, like my sister.
“See you at the altar tomorrow,” he said.
I had saved all my love for this moment.
