head, thinking about the documentary. “I'm sharing it with the world. I need you there with me. I don't think I can do it without you.”
“Then, I will be there,” she promises.
Together, Bridgett and I get ready. Bridgett lets me fix her hair, which somehow helps calm me. She always puts her hair in a bun, so I leave it down. I straighten it, and then do the same to mine. We both stand in front of the mirror, and are in awe of how identical we are.
We both wear a cute sundress. I do end up wearing blue, and Bridgett wears pink. The only difference is she wears flats, and I wear a pair of five-inch heels.
“Why do you always wear heels?” she asks, as I do her makeup. I'm fixing hers dark, exactly like I do mine.
I shrug. “I like them. They make me feel good about myself.”
“A confidencebooster… I get it. They do make your legs and butt look good. You should see the way Stephan looks at you when you aren't paying attention. He's so in love with you.” She sighs. “I hope one day I find somebody who loves me half as much.”
“Stephan looks at me with lust, not love.” I feel like I should warn her, again. “Look, I love Alec, but you should know, he's a player. Don't fall for him.”
“Wasn't going to.” She crinkles her nose. She's very convincing, but her eyes tell another story. I am about to comment when Stephan sticks his head in the door.
“Stephan! Ever hear of knocking? What if I was naked?” I yell at him.
He smiles. “A guy can dream…”
I roll my eyes at him.
“I just came to tell you that your mom pulled up.”
Bridgett stands up beside me.
“Do you think she'll be able to tell us apart?” I wonder out loud.
“I can. It's not that hard.”
I hope that she will be able to, but I seriously doubt it. She's hardly spent time with me. But, she is my mother. Certainly if my boyfriend of… crap, how long have we been dating? Three weeks? Does the two weeks I was gone count? Anyway, point is, if Stephan can tell us apart, certainly my mom can too.
1:07 PM
Heartless.
I go downstairs first. Alec follows me with a camera, which once again makes me question if I made the right decision. Do I really want the world to see this? But, it's too late to back out now.
“Scarlett.” My mom's voice is tight, and I can tell she is shocked to see me. Then she looks over at Alec, holding the camera. “Alec,” she smiles. It's a fake smile. “When did you two get here?”
“This morning,” I answer, then point at the camera. “Did dad tell you that we're doing a documentary for MTV?”
Just then the front door opens, and an older guy walks inside. He looks about 55, and I can tell by looking at his expensive suit that he's rich. Or maybe the suit was bought with my money. He sees Alec and me, and he freezes instantly. He knows that they are both caught. Both of my parents have been seeing other people for quite a few years, but they've never actually “admitted” to it. Do they really think they've hidden it from me?
“Is this your boyfriend?” I ask. I don't wait for a response. “I'm Scarlett Ryan, Stephanie's daughter…” I pause. “Well, I'm not really her daughter. I'm adopted.”
I hear my mom suck in a surprised breath. She wasn't expecting that. I suppose she was hoping to keep it a secret from me. And maybe she would have if it weren’t for my search for Stacy.
Just then I hear Bridgett and Stephan walking down the stairs.
“Oh, and this is my twin sister, Bridgett Evans,” I tell the guy, who I think is named Jack. At least, I am pretty sure that's what Agnes told us when we first arrived. “You see my mother is a selfish bitch, and my father is an arrogant asshole, so they separated us. Oh, and they kicked my sister Stacy out at age seventeen because she was pregnant.”
Bridgett puts her arm around me for support. Stephan is standing by Alec. I can tell he really wants to jump in and protect me from the hurt, but he knows I need to do this.
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