His Odette

I look at the reflection of mine. Wraps in white, the heavy makeup, the praiseworthy efforts to make my face thin and sharp to create a new different person.

The wedding gown I am wearing is the exact wedding gown that my sister's Fiancé chose for him. And today morning, he sent an entire package of my sister's wedding list. From the jewellery to her wedding gown. And he ordered, I must have to wear it because this is an exact dress with a different body size.

I look at my eyes. They're blue. My hairdresser turned my hair blonde same as my sister's. My sister has a star tattoo beneath her bottom collarbone. So I got one on my collarbone.

I am just a body, taking the place of my sister as a replacement. I am walking towards the uncertainties with terror in my every vein. I don't find myself in the crowd.

" Is everything done? Everyone is waiting!"

My father asks, they're in a rush.

I heard my sister's friends will be bridesmaids. But they all hate me.

" Yes. Everything is ready. Ta