Identity: Disguise

Identity: Disguise

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Abbygail Diaz is the daughter of the rich and famous Marjorie and Ryan Diaz. Being the daughter and heiress of a five-star hotel and several companies, she is stuck with life being followed by the media. In order to live her life in a more private way, she use a lot of disguises. She changes her hair, the way she dresses up, her look and her name. Austin Lopez is the Casanova. But he is a very good dancer - he has a dance group who joins competitions on different city and even outside the country. He enjoys attention. And by that, he meets different kinds of people - different kinds of girls. He dates them but then have to leave them because he temporarily live there. He disguises himself by using different names. One day, Abbygail and Austin met. With the two having different names on different occasions and places, will they find out the real identity of one another? Can they both bring out the real them? Are the secrets safe?
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I know.

10 years. 10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did. Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock. No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother. Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass. Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am. But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.

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