Chapter 3-Make-Up Transformation

Malia Morris P. O. V

Timothee brought me into his apartment. We stepped out of the elevator and I followed him inside his room.

As we entered, I was in awe to see the sleek, modern design and the stunning city view outside, that it took my breath away. But my attention was quickly diverted to the man sitting on the couch, typing away on his laptop.

"By the way, he's my trusted secretary, Daniel Davis. He's been helping me with certain arrangements." Timothee said and I noticed his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Daniel looked up from his laptop and his eyes gazed at my face, down to my toes. I noticed his forehead wrinkled.

"Wait? Is that Bianca Wilson?" he asked, his brow furrowed. "I thought you two broke up already?"

Timothee and I exchanged knowing glances. Timothee cleared his throat and interrupted Daniel's train of thought.

"Where's the thing I asked you to bring?" Timothee asked. Daniel's eyes snapped back to Timothee and he nodded hastily, "Oh, right. I put the shopping bags over there." he stood up and took the several bags on the floor.

Timothee checked the bags and put them aside. He then gently dragged Daniel towards the door. "Good job, buddy. You have to leave now. See you at the office."

Daniel looked perplexed and he was about to complain but Timothee quickly closed the door behind him and I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"He had no idea, did he?" I asked.

"He doesn't. And that's for the best. So, let's get started." he replied. Timothee led me to a spacious bedroom, where he also brought the shopping bags.

"First things first, becoming Bianca Wilson means you need to wear the perfect clothes." I helped him open the bags and I was taken aback to see the designer dresses, shoes, and accessories.

I had never seen anything like it before. I'm crying.

"These are worth millions, Malia. You need to look like a million bucks." Timothee smirked.

"Woah. I've never worn anything so expensive." I chuckled. Realizing my sister is out of my league.

"You'll get used to it. Bianca's style is all about luxury and sophistication. You need to embody that."

Timothee showed me different outfits, and I felt nervous. I wondered if I could pull off this charade. Could I become my sister, but how far can I disguise myself as her?

"I guess this could be your perfect outfit of the day," Timothee guided me into my transformation.

I slipped into a stunning red dress, the fabrics hugging my curves in all the right places.

"Perfect. And a fun fact, Malia and I love red." Timothee said as he began to work his magic.

"Now, I have to fix your hair and makeup."

He styled my hair, curling it into loose waves that framed my face. He applied makeup, accentuating my features to make me look more like Bianca.

I watched in awe as my transformation took place, I gasped as I saw myself morph into my twin sister.

When Timothee finished, I barely recognized myself. I know how I look as Malia, but being Bianca was a different story.

I felt a sense of power and confidence, my resemblance to her was uncanny, and for a moment, I felt like I was staring at my sister's reflection.

Timothee stepped back as he admired his handiwork, "You look stunning, Malia. You're a perfect replica of Bianca."

"You're also amazing. You just turned an ugly duckling like me into a swan." I look at him with amusement.

"No, you're already beautiful like you're sister, but wait, I have something for you." I was a bit excited when he pulled out a small box from the drawer.

My heart skipped a beat as Timothee opened the box, it revealed an exquisite diamond necklace.

The gemstone sparkled in the light, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Is that for me?" I stammered.

Timothee's eyes clouded and he looked away, "I gave this to Bianca when I proposed to her. It was supposed to be a symbol of our love but our wedding was postponed because of her illness."

I felt a pang of sadness, I could feel the pain he was feeling, the desperation to hold onto the love they shared.

"I'm so sorry, Timothee," I said softly.

Timothee composed himself and he gazed back at me, he then fastened the necklace around my neck.

As his fingers touched my skin, I felt a jolt of electricity but I pushed the sensation aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"It's so painful. My world was crashing down the moment I learned about Bianca's condition. I felt like I was losing myself as I was losing her."

I stared into his eyes in the mirror and saw the depth of his pain. I reached out and placed a hand on his arm.

"Trust me, Bianca will recover soon. She's a strong woman, she will fight for her life." I reassured.

Timothee stared at me for a moment. I saw a glimmer of hope, his expression was so genuine but there was an intensity that made my heart pound.

"You know, Malia. I was hoping you were Bianca. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this stupid thing, to disguise someone as my fiancée." he said.

If only my sister hadn't gotten sick, I wouldn't have to do this job of pretending. But I also wouldn't know my true identity if Bianca didn't look for me to replace her for the time being.

I smiled bitterly, I forced myself to hold it. "It's fine, Timothee. As long as I can help you and my sister. It's worth it."

Timothee's eyes lingered on my face, I knew he was searching for something that only Bianca could provide.

"You're amazing, Malia. Bianca is grateful to have you as her sister."

My heart swelled with joy, knowing I was doing this for my sister Bianca, Timothee, and myself. I was taking a risk, but it was one I was willing to take.

"My sister is also grateful to have you, Timothee."

I'm glad to know there's someone who truly loves my sister but there's something different I feel towards this man. And I couldn't put my finger on why.