After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

Tiny Crush

Zavion POV

"Zavion, Zavion, are you even paying attention?" Izzy's voice cut through my wandering thoughts, and I felt a bit embarrassed for not being present.

"Sorry about that," I replied, glancing over at Izzy, who was perched at the far end of the settee. "I guess I've just got a lot on my mind today."

"But you said everything was going smoothly earlier," she pointed out, and I could tell she was trying to keep the conversation flowing. We shifted gears to discuss the plans for my birthday party, a topic I usually find exciting, but today it felt like my brain was juggling too many things to focus.

"So, is everything ready for my birthday bash tomorrow?" I asked, trying to concentrate on her. I knew it sounded odd that I was not fully in the loop about my own party, but my dad usually takes charge of all the details—he was the one who organizes everything from the food to the drinks, almost as if it were his own celebration. He really wanted to impress the important guests he has invited. I was also supposed to bring my date, and I had every intention of taking the girl Izzy picked for me. Now that I realized Zoe was actually Zee, I felt a surge of excitement; for the first time in years, I was confident about my feelings.

"Mostly," Izzy said, clearing her throat. "Dad mentioned he thought we should get better musicians... the same ones he had at his party."

"The musicians dad picked for his party?" Ugh, I cringed just thinking about it. I've met those guys before, and honestly, their music was just not my vibe at all; it felt so outdated. I made it clear that I didn't want that kind of entertainment at my birthday bash, and I told Izzy to let my dad know that if he turned this into a snooze-fest, I'd be skipping out entirely.

"Your birthday?" Izzy asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I'm not going," I replied. She just nodded and walked away. With the party preparations nearly wrapped up, Dad had already sent out invites to his high-profile friends last week. I ordered a dress and had it delivered to Zoe's place, and thankfully, she finally agreed to be my date for the night. Meanwhile, Ethan hasn't said a word to me since our fight at the dinner table; he just pretends I'm not even there.

Mom's health seemed to be declining, and Dad was starting to notice, but she insisted it's just a fever and claimed she was taking her medication. I sent out invites to my friends, and honestly, I couldn't wait for tomorrow to be over so I could finally escape the Gutierrez mansion. I was so over my dad's rules and restrictions.

The party was set to take place in the massive Park Avenue Armory, and Dad dropped a whopping 3 million dollars on it, inviting around 150 guests. This was definitely not going to be a small gathering.

As I drove to the venue, I let out a sigh; it was enormous. I chatted with the decorators and designers while watching the staff set up chairs and long tables. It still felt surreal that I would be turning twenty-seven tomorrow.

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Zoella POV

The delivery guy showed up at my place bright and early, knocking on the door and dropping off a box that he said was from someone named Zavion. Chloe signed for it, and he left. Once she opened the box, we were greeted by a stunning gown made of lavender silk, adorned with a large, single iris crafted from crystal beads. "Wow, this is gorgeous," Chloe exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "He's treating you like royalty, but too bad you won't be the one wearing it." She laughed, clearly imagining herself in the dress.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease; that gown was meant for me, and Chloe was planning to wear it to the event tomorrow, fooling Zavion into thinking she was me, especially now that she had dyed her hair back to blonde. "Yeah, it'll look great on you," I replied, forcing a smile despite the knot in my stomach. Chloe was practically bouncing with excitement, declaring how pretty she would look in it, and then she noticed a note tucked inside the box. "A note?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.