Chapter 3.

Celine's POV;

Once we got to the car waiting, Jace carefully put me in the back and I didn't even have the time to see what car it was. But it was a beautiful car, and he told the driver, "Roy, take us to the reception venue."

"Alright, boss," came the calm response from the driver. But I sat there nervously as Jace and I sat in the rear.

I shifted away from him, but I remembered that I had to pretend that I was my twin sister.

Jace didn't say anything, as he looked at me and held my hand in his.

"How do you feel about this day, my love?" he asked me, and I opened my mouth to speak, thinking of what Clara would have said if she was the one.

I was still overwhelmed, so I told him the truth, "I am just overwhelmed."

"Why is that? You didn't believe me when I told you that I would marry you and no one else. I love you, Clara, and I meant every word that I used to confess my feelings to you. So you don't have to be afraid thinking that this marriage is a trap. And I will always support your modelling career. How about your twin sister? I didn't see her at the wedding?"

Jace asked, looking at my face lovingly and I knew that this was the right time for me to tell him that I am not Clara, his woman. But I recalled my father's warning that Jace would deal with all of us if he found out that Clara fled before her wedding day with him.

"Clara," he called my sister's name and I snapped out, reminding myself that my new name was Clara.

"Yes. Celine travelled to help me cover for my modelling shoot abroad. You know that I told you that it means so much to me. So she had to travel in my place. And that's why she couldn't attend our wedding," I faked a smile and met Jace's gaze on me. His black curious eyes held my blue orbs and he smiled.

"Alright. I know that you said that your sister normally covers up for you, but you should have allowed her to attend our wedding at least," Jace said, drawing closer to me at the rear as he kissed my neck.

I gulped hard and asked him, "It doesn't change anything. So long as I am here with you."

"I know, but a wedding is a once in a lifetime day. You shouldn't have sent Celine away. Maybe after our wedding, she could have travelled. You never let me meet your twin sister, you know," Jace spoke to me once more and my jaw dropped as I looked at his handsome face in shock.

I recalled that each time Clara would ask me to accompany her to go and see her billionaire boyfriend in his mansion, I normally refused.

"Yes. You don't have to worry about Celine. She will get to meet you once she is back," I lied.

"How about her bakery shop? I haven't gone there, but you said that she has a shop. Wouldn't her bakery items get spoilt or experience momentary losses, now that she traveled for your modelling?" Jace looked concerned about me. And I felt bad that I had spoken so badly about him before, when he was a gentleman despite his wealth. I had thought of him as an arrogant billionaire and I was similarly angry because my parents rejected me from getting married to Martin Enzo, my boyfriend.

"About Celine's shop. I will be going there for her until she is back to take over her business," I told Jace, as the car pulled to a stop at the reception venue—a mighty white hotel in the city.

"Can you cook?" Jace asked me in shock and I smiled.

"I can try," I lied, knowing that Clara hated the kitchen and doesn't like to cook.

"Alright." Jace agreed while he said, "We have arrived. Let's go in."

I sighed and got out of the car with him as we went into the hotel for the wedding reception.

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The wedding reception ceremony was lit and more crowded than I had expected. Media crew recording and many top celebrities attending the wedding and congratulating Jace and me.

They obviously thought that I was my famous sister and I had to pretend that I was her, wondering how Clara was faring abroad.

How does she feel, seeing that I am taking her place as the bride?

It was not like I snatched Jace; Clara was the one who put me into a tight situation to marry her fiancé.

Jace and I were invited on the stage by the MC to cut the huge white cake that had almost 8 layers. I smiled, knowing that I was the one who had baked this lovely white cake for my sister's wedding.

My best friend, Ava Kingsley, was present as my assistant to help me prepare the cake and make it ready for the wedding reception.

"Three, two, one, go!" the MC squealed and Jace held my right hand gently as he sliced the cake into two.

Once we cut the cake, the audience erupted in a round of applause for us and I wanted to step away from Jace, as I was still overwhelmed.

At a point, it felt like I am the one getting married. But then, I am not the real bride—Clara was.

Jace wrapped his arms around my waist as the DJ changed the music to a love song for us and the MC invited Jace and me on stage once more to dance, while the guests cheered us and brought numerous gifts and checks for us.

I was so nervous, as I hadn't expected this kind of elaborate wedding.

How can Clara give up her wedding day for work? I shut my eyes, but I felt Jace bring his face closer to mine and whisper in my left ear.

"Open your eyes, Clara," he looked at me once my eyes snapped open and I hadn't expected this ceremony to go this way.

I wasn't the media type of person. I mostly lay low and am not a public figure. The lavish wedding made me sick, because I knew it was fake. I felt quite emotional and Jace pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead tenderly.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and Jace whispered once more in my ear, "What's wrong, babe? Should we go home? If you're tired of the wedding reception you should let me know."

"No. I am okay," I smiled at him sadly, knowing that this was supposed to be his and Clara's happy day. I tried not to think of what the future holds for us, as I didn't even know when Clara would be back.

I promised myself not to fall in love with my sister's fiancé. He was her husband now, so I tried to dance and act like I am Clara. Besides, the wedding was Clara weds Jace and not Celine weds Jace. But he was so kind that I don't think my sister deserves him.

An honest woman does, not me or her.

The wedding ceremony came to an end and Jace took me back to the car and said, "We are going for our honeymoon, babe. Happy marriage to us!"

He brought out a champagne bottle from the car's fridge and popped it open.

'Oh no! I don't drink wine,' I gasped. Well, for my twin sister's sake I had to sacrifice and do what her husband wanted.