Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

Celine's POV: It was Friday night. I stood beside my bed, preparing to sleep, when my door suddenly flew open. "Celine, you have to take your sister's place tomorrow," my father, Mr. Morris Mason, said to me as he rushed into my room with my mother. "Dad, I don't understand. Why do I have to take Clara's place tomorrow? Where is she?" I asked, knowing that Clara had gone to her bridal shower. How could she just disappear on the eve of her wedding? "Something came up, according to Clara, and she had to take care of it," my father said, and I sighed, standing in my bedroom because I didn't attend the extravagant bridal shower of my twin sister, Clara Mason. Clara and I are identical twin sisters, both 25 years old. I know that many of Clara's friends said I was jealous because she was getting married before me, but that was not true. I am in a relationship with Martin Enzo, a construction worker. However, Martin was not the type of groom my father wanted, so he rejected him. Everyone was proud of my twin sister. She was the apple of everyone's eye—even our older brother, Luca. But I was the opposite. I own a bakery shop in this part of the city. Last month, I pleaded with my parents to allow me to marry Martin. However, my father flatly refused, stating that only a wealthy man is permitted to marry me. Despite my pleas, my parents forbade me from getting married and chased Martin and his uncles away when they came to ask for my hand in marriage. Because of this incident, I refused to attend my sister's engagement party or her bridal shower. Now, she has disappeared and wants me to take her place on her wedding day. "How could Clara just disappear without explaining to her manager that she is getting married to a wealthy man—the groom you all wanted?" I asked my father, who was standing in my doorway with my mother. My father had a dark complexion, while my mother was fair, like me and my twin sister. We were her exact replicas. "Celine, I know this is hard to believe, but Clara said she worked very hard to be among those selected for the Stars Award, and she cannot miss the modeling shoot. Please, you are her twin sister, and Jace Augustus will never find out," my mother begged me. I looked at her face in horror. "Mom, I cannot do this. You and Father need to arrange for Clara to come back immediately. Where's my phone?" I stepped back to my bed, picked up my phone, and contacted my sister. She owed me an explanation for this sudden disappearance. How can she expect me to stand in for her on her wedding day? Is she crazy? I have stood in for her, and many people don't even know that I am not Clara. Worst of all, her fans visit my shop, take photos of me, and tag me as Clara. But I am not my sister. Dammit. "Clara!" My angry voice boomed over the phone as soon as she answered. "Hey, Celine. I'm sorry I took so long to call you. Please, can you stand in for me tomorrow? Please, please, sister," Clara begged me in her sweet, seductive voice that left me speechless. I was ready to do anything for this crazy sister of mine, just to make her happy and help her achieve her dream of becoming a top model. "Clara, I don't think I can do this. How do you expect me to stand in for you? Wait—during the wedding, the priest will ask us to exchange vows and kiss. How can you trade your wedding day for business?" I couldn't understand my sister, so I needed an explanation. "Celine, I wish I could explain this to you, but my phone battery is about to die. Please, after this one time, I won't ask you to stand in for me again. Please, please," Clara begged me once more, leaving me speechless. "Are you saying that I should kiss your groom? What if he finds out that I am not you? You know that I am not as talkative as you, and I am not that close to him. Did you already tell him that I am not you?" I asked, seeking clarification. I knew that Jace and I weren't close. I knew that he was my sister's fiancé. He shows her off to his friends and other politicians, as my sister is a very popular person with more than 10 million followers online. "No, Celine. Please do not tell Jace that I am not you. You have to act as me and pretend that you are me. You know how I behave, so mimic me closely," Clara said, and I sighed heavily. "This is too risky. What if Jace finds out and locks me up? What do I tell him? You have to explain it to him so that we don't kiss—or even think of me as you. I don't like your fiancé, and I cannot stand in for you. I'm sorry." I wanted to end the call with my sister, but she begged me, "Please, Celine. I am begging you. If you don't help me, then we are no longer sisters." "Clara!" I was tongue-tied. This was her usual threat. "I don't think that I can do this," I said. She was already sobbing over the phone and threatened, "Then do not call me again." The phone call ended, and I looked at my parents' worried faces, especially my father's, which was filled with dread. "Celine, you have to stand in for Clara. If Augustus finds out that your sister is missing, then we are doomed," my father begged, even going so far as to kneel down. I guessed this was the price I had to pay for being born a twin. My twin sister used me for most of her silly schemes, sending me to cover for her under the threat of disowning me. And now, it was her wedding. "Fine. I will try to do this, but I hope Jace Augustus doesn't find out. If he does, I won't go down alone," I warned my parents, and they shivered. "No one will know. You will learn to smile and act like Clara until she returns. Besides, this isn't your first time taking her place," my mother said, causing me to sigh heavily. "Fine, Mom. I will give it a try. You guys should excuse me. Let me get some sleep; it’s past midnight," I told my parents, and they smiled and wished me goodnight, before leaving my door. I shut the door and muttered, "I hope I can do this." Later, I went to bed, but dread filled my heart.