My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Aurelia was right. The owner of the wallet did resemble me.

It was not an exaggeration to say that apart from our choice of clothing, she was my identical twin. It took me a while to notice that there was another person in the photo.

It was a man. I only saw his chin, but it was enough for me to know it was not Hendrix.

The first thing that came to my mind was if I had never taken such ambiguous photos with other men. They were leaning so close to each other that there was practically no distance between them. They looked like a pair of intimate lovers.

Seeing my lack of response, Freya stretched her neck to take a look at the wallet. "She looks like your long-lost twin sister."

I asked, surprised, without processing her sentence through, "Is that true? I have a twin sister?"

Freya shot me a disgusted look. "Can't you tell that I was joking?"

She then snatched the photo over and examined it carefully. "She does look a lot like you. I can't even differentiate between you two, let alone the kids.

It's no wonder that they chased after her."

I shrugged both shoulders, not knowing how to respond.

hurriedly shoved the photo back into the wallet and

the project, the festival looked like one of the grand parades we would only see in movies. They had models dressed in western culture

she immediately dragged me to the largest western culture flagship store

sold only high-end luxury products, it was not the slightest affected by the busy crowd. We made a lap around the shop and saw a signboard at the stairs that stated, "VIP customers, please head up

less rowdy on the first floor. From designs to the materials, everything was top notch and

and looked a lot less intimidating when she was not

off. I couldn't understand how there was someone else in the world

to still be in the

keep zoning out. What's on

I came to my senses. Shaking my head, I said, "Nothing. This suits

hair accessories, but not the shoes though. High heels are basically my legs' extension.

laughed at her and said, "I think you're getting off track now. Others are appreciating the western cultural costumes, but here you are, still needing to

deny what I

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to complete. We should be able to have ours done for the opening ceremony. By then, we'd

rather not." I had no interest in that whatsoever. "It's