My Mate Is My Sister’s Fiancé?

Chapter One.I sit and wait for the rest of the travelers to settle down, anxiety filling up my system.And no, it is not because I'm scared of aeroplanes or flying, or of heights. As they all try to find their seats, and arrange their children to sit facing the proper direction— I'm referring to the woman who's child thought it was proper to lie upside down on an economy seat on an aeroplane— I think of my own mother and how it would be to be back with her, and my sister, Davina.I miss mom, very much actually, but I am still hurt by the fact that she barely called to ask how I was doing during my years of travel, only calling on my birthdays and during the holidays. And even when I had called her to tell her that I would be returning to South Africa soon, she never called to ask if I would go through with it.She only sent a text two days earlier wishing me a safe journey.No, I'm not kidding. It literally was: "wishing you a safe journey".I'm sure that Davina must have heard from

Chapter Three.I looked around my mother’s restaurant in awe. The De Bruyn’s Eats was definitely the most attractive and the most expensive, yet popular restaurant in Blue Stone pack by the time I was leaving for Europe. And here I am, more than four years after, and this place is still full of customers, and obviously the most pocket drying prices— and only the best food anyone around can ask for, I’m sure. Mother has her faults— a lot of them, actually, but this restaurant is something good to admire her for. I pull my hoodie down even more, hoping that no one would recognize me or my scent. Although the way I smell must have been altered a bit, but still! Before I left the house, I had taken one of my favourite books with me to come and read over here. Fishing into my back pack, I brought it out.The Silent Twin by Caroline Mitchell. An old favourite.A waiter came to my table and stopped. “Ma’am?”“Ma’am? I’m sorry, but you have been here for over fifteen minutes. You cannot s

Chapter Five.I had been up in my room for a while and it seemed like no one had still taken note of my absence. It seemed like they had already replaced me with a new and improved version.And what new and improved version of a Mia is better than her twin with more fashion sense and serves as good, quality company?I mean, I probably shouldn’t be surprised because what was I expecting? To come back home after four years and think that things would still stay the same? Well, yes. I had not really made any new friends back there, only acquaintances, and I had hoped that they had not too. And inspire of the fact that it was against what I wanted to feel for my sister, I could not help it. I could not help but think that I had been betrayed by her.Had she been waiting all this while for a chance? For me to just make a move out just so that she could make her move? Step into my life and make it hers, but only better?I wanted to fight. To fight everyone— Davina, Elna, Imka, Zuri, Anele

Chapter Seven."It's really great to walk out here. The sun feels so refreshing on my skin!" My sister says from behind me as we walked together."I'm sure it does." I muttered, rolling my eyes. Davina was so dramatic. She had insisted that we take a car to mother's restaurant, but I wanted to walk.She had looked at me like I had suggested the worst thing in the world when I told her that. She would have used a car if mother had not told her to walk."It's good darling, walk there instead. All the sun and fresh air would be good for your skin and hair." Our mother had said. And then Davina immediately agreed.And so here I was, walking down our street with my sister behind me moving like a model. The neighbors looked my way. Or so I thought. Until I heard them saying hi to the woman behind me.Davina, of course didn't say hi back. She only waved haughty and turned to smirk at me.Or maybe she did not smirk, the point was that she just waved and increased her pace to meet up with mine