22

I woke to the familiar scratch on the door, and an involuntary smile stretched the corners of my lips. Arianna stirred in my arms, still asleep. I caressed her hair, tracing the new highlights. While I loved the new color. her need to hide and change identities didn’t sit well with me.

Arianna was beautiful inside out, and she did not need to change herself like this. I noticed the new additions to her ears. Could I blame her for going to this extent? No. When you had an evil twin who loved to steal your identity, you did anything to stay sane.

I remembered how Alana dyed her hair brunette before the wedding. For instance, she caught me off guard. They had such an uncanny resemblance, and I could tell everyone around them had such a hard time telling them apart.

However, I knew it wasn’t Arianna in those photos. First, the dupe didn’t have her tattoo, and second, the eyes in the photos were distantly cold and calculating. I’d recognize my