Chapter 2

Celine's POV:

On the wedding day, I was dressed up in my twin sister's room for the guests to believe I was Clara. I hadn't thought this day would arrive—me helping my famous sister cover up for her wedding.

I donned a long, white wedding dress that swept the ground I walked on. The makeup artist covered my face with heavy makeup, and I hated to say this, but I didn't like makeup.

I sat there and allowed them to transform me into my sister's preferred choice of wedding dress, which had my bare back exposed and my brẹasts on full display.

This was not the wedding day I had dreamt of. Me, taking my twin sister's place as the bride, when she was actually alive and modeling in another state.

"Mmm," I sighed once the makeup artists were done. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and I couldn't believe the woman staring back at me.

Soon, my father arrived, dressed in a tailored black suit, and asked me, "Are you ready, Clara? You look so beautiful."

I saw the proud smile on my father's face. He was seeing me as Clara, his most treasured daughter, and not Celine, the one who wanted to marry a pauper.

I shut my eyes and mimicked my twin sister's composure—the way she smiled with a wide grin on her face.

"Yes, Dad," I said, stretching the smile further. I wondered how long I could keep up this act.

"Let's go." My father escorted me, and I saw the black Bentley waiting to take me to the wedding.

I hadn't sat in a Bentley before, so I was nervous, as I wasn't my sister, who traveled from one location to another, going on various vacations with her rich boyfriend sponsoring all her trips.

We sat in an eerie silence as the driver started the car and drove us to the wedding venue.

I was nervous as the car ride continued until we got to the big Catholic church where the wedding was held.

I sucked in a deep breath as I got out of the car. The lined-up maids welcomed me by spreading numerous flowers as I stepped down.

This was an elite wedding, and my father held my left hand tenderly and escorted me into the church, which was filled with top-notch guests.

My heartbeat grew louder in my chest with each step I took into the church and toward the altar, where Clara's fiancé, Jace Augustus, stood.

Jace was a tall, refined, black man. Clara was so lucky to have him.

Jace was still a single and hot bachelor, but 35 years old. He was not a man to mess with.

Seeing him standing up close as my father and I finally arrived at the altar, Dad handed me over to Jace for the priest to join us in holy matrimony.

I was nervous; I felt like I was going to faint at any moment. Jace smiled and took off my veil to reveal my face to him.

I gulped hard and recalled that I wasn't Clara and must act like her.

How would Clara have reacted on her own wedding day? Excited? Emotional? Or casual? I didn't know, but I smiled widely so Jace wouldn't think otherwise as his eyes met mine for a brief moment.

I grinned wider so Jace wouldn't think I wasn't his woman. I had heard from Clara that Jace hadn't cheated on her, despite his influence and how many women wanted him.

Jace was very handsome and looked like a Greek god as he stood there, towering above me.

Clara and I were of average height, and thanks to the heels she had chosen for me to wear—as this was her own preferred wedding dress and shoes—not mine.

"Can we start the union?" The priest's voice brought us back to reality, and Jace stepped aside while the priest recited the prayers and joined us as one.

"Do you, Clara Mason, take Jace Augustus to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

I looked at my twin sister's fiancé's face—the man who was about to become my husband. If only he knew I wasn't Clara, his woman.

Jace smiled, wanting me to say "I do," as he saw I looked so hesitant to say the words to him.

The priest continued, "Do you promise to love and obey him, and to be faithful to him, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I replied, shutting my blue eyes as I was unable to meet Jace's face. The priest asked Jace the same questions. "Do you, Jace Augustus, take Clara Mason to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

"I do," Jace replied as the priest asked him once more, "Do you promise to love and cherish her, and to be faithful to her, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Jace smiled, looking at me like I was his real bride. He looked genuinely happy to be wedded to me, thinking I was my twin sister.

"I now pronounce you both man and wife. You may kiss your bride," the priest concluded, just as Jace and I recited our vows and exchanged the wedding rings.

I was hesitant to wear his ring, which symbolized love, trust, and commitment. I couldn't believe I was doing this, like I was acting in a movie as my twin sister's replacement.

Jace slipped the diamond ring onto my finger, and I shut my eyes as he pulled me closer and sealed his lips on mine, not caring if I desired to kiss him or not.

His lips claimed mine, kissing me tenderly at first, as the hall erupted in a round of applause for us and well-wishers screamed "happy married life" to us.

Jace pulled away from the kiss after a while of kissing me fervently, and he gazed into my eyes like he already suspected I wasn't his bride.

We took pictures with his parents, as they were happy about the wedding, and also with my parents. I stood there anxiously, taking several photos with the priest, my parents, Jace's parents, the bridesmaids, and the best man.

Lily, my sister's best friend, was the bridesmaid, and I wondered if she knew I was taking Clara's place. But I was sure Clara hadn't told anyone of her plans, as Lily hugged me excitedly and squealed, "Congratulations, Clara! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you." We took more wedding pictures in the church until Jace held my hand closely and kissed my lips once more.

"Come on, my wife. You don't have to act shy like this is the first time we're kissing. Let's go to our wedding reception." Jace lifted me off the ground, and I was stunned as he carried me away in that firm, macular arms.

I wanted to tell him I wasn't Clara. This had to stop. Should I tell him the truth or continue acting as my sister's replacement?

I shut my eyes, inhaling Jace's cologne, which had a relaxing aroma.