The cab rolled to a halt in front of the massive gate and I sucked in my breath, dread washing over me. I would've preferred to walk but Mr Tristan wouldn't hear of it. He'd said that if I had to visit his son, I should look presentable and not with my chest soaked in sweat from the long trek and since he'd handed me a credit card, I didn't argue. Slowly, I pushed myself to the right door and let myself out not missing the impatient and yet puzzled look of the hired cab driver. I stifled the urge to roll my eyes or snap at him to get his curiosity under control. The gateman let me in after a thorough check and authorization from Mr Tristan, himself. I now understand why these higher ups never mingled with anyone outside their class, who would want to be searched like this in order to say hello to your friend? Mr Tristan will have to fix this anyway. Immediately I'm let out of the gate house, a servant led me to the garden where Asher was. He was seated on a floor bed, a book propped open in front of him. I took a deep breath and approached him, waving the servant off even though I needed someone around after the episode at the bar, I hope he doesn't recognise me. “Hi Asher, I'm Viola. The girl from the bar, you remember?” I breathed in when he didn't respond for several minutes, I was forced to continue. “I'm here to apologise for my actions. I shouldn't have.” But he didn't budge. Silence. Not even peeking a glance at me. I gnawed at my lower lip, what sort of a child was he? I can't believe he's 24 years old! I had been paid to get a reaction out of him and he'd nearly killed me in the process, who the fuck was to blame? Me, an innocent and ambitious 19-year-old who'd rather be in Arts school or working to save up for that or an autistic recluse who's still sulking about a breakup that happened five years ago or his sicko dad who has found the perfect girl to “fix” his son and delete records of the bar incident - I, Viola Jefferson? Fucking heavens! This will be a nasty ride to befriending the Billionaire's Son to get money for my fees in three months, particularly nasty because he's not looked up at me and I've been apologising for three days now.

“We could switch” She interrupted me, owing my sweet smile. “What? Are you crazy?!” I yelled at her, staring at her as if her nose had grown longer. “Listen.” She grabbed my arms and stared into my eyes, her eyes dancing in glee. “Here's the catch, we look perfectly alike and we both hate our lives and want revenge on our best friends. Won't it be perfect if we embrace each other's lives and styles for a few weeks and work out and elaborate plan to clear your name and revenge our besties without having to always cross paths with them and you know… living our best lives!” She squeaked the last words as she picked me up and spun me around. Was she serious right now? I couldn't wear black always or stay in this depressing room or even get piercings? It's impossible! “No! No! Stop this! Stop this madness!” I cried, slapping her hands away from my waist. “We can't do that, I can't be you. We look alike but that's not enough, your brothers will find out in a jiffy and so would my sister and mum!” I eyed her, furiously. “Well, we can learn each other's lives and I know you dread my style but that's not a problem because I've decided to try something new, get rid of my piercings and mix a bit of other colours into my wardrobe.” She announced excitedly whilst shaking me. “Think about it! Is your style and life much more precious than getting back your brand deals, following and credibility? What's your style without a brand?” She'd struck the chord. “Fine, I'm in! Let's do revenge!” I squealed as we both jumped around. What an epic change this will be. Valli wouldn't see this coming! That was the agreement Kaitlin made with her doppelganger, Darla after both their best friends betrayed them. While for Darla, it was just to watch her boyfriend which her best friend had stolen and break them off, it was a case of reputation and steps away from bankruptcy for Kaitlin.