THE TWIN IN HIS BED
I nodded, not trusting myself to answer positively.
“Right this way, ma'am.”
The suite looked less of a hotel room, and more of a luxury apartment.
Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the stormy city skyline. Dress racks lined one wall, make up kits, jewelry cases and steaming irons covered marble counters.
And seated calmly in the midst of all these organised chaos was…
Arla Morri…Holland.
For one terrifying second, I felt like I was looking through a mirror.
We were identical in a terrifying manner, I sometimes wondered how our parents could tell us apart.