I think I spent seven years waiting for the wrong sister. Now, the right one can't stand the sight of me. At least, that's what she wants me to believe. I've never done anything to her. I just happen to have a striking resemblance to the man who broke her heart. She says she hates me. Her actions, however, tell a different story. The way she watches me when she thinks I'm not looking. The jealousy she tries so desperately to hide whenever another woman gets too close. The way her attitude changes when I give someone else the attention she pretends not to want. If she hates me so much, why does it bother her who I spend my time with? I spent seven years waiting for one sister, only to find myself caught up with the other. And now, I'm starting to wonder whether she really hates me or whether I'm simply the last person she wants to admit she could fall for. "Because there's one thing I can't figure out: how can someone who claims to despise me act so much like someone who's afraid of losing me?''