Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

Celine's POV On Friday night, I was standing in my room, preparing to sleep, when my door flew open. “Celine, you have to take your sister’s place tomorrow,” my father, Mr. Morris Mason, said as he rushed into my room with my mother. “Dad, I don’t understand. Why will I have to take Clara’s place tomorrow? Where is she?” I asked because I was aware that Clara had gone for her bridal shower. How could she just flee on the eve of her wedding? “Something came up, according to Clara, and she had to take care of it,” my father replied, and I sighed. I stood in my bedroom, as I hadn’t attended the extravagant bridal shower of my twin sister, Clara Mason. Clara and I were identical twin sisters. We were both 25 years old, and I knew that many of Clara’s friends were saying that I was jealous of her because she was getting married before me. But that wasn’t the truth. I was in a relationship with Martin Enzo, a construction worker. But Martin wasn’t 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’s. But I was the opposite. I owned a bakery shop in this part of the city. Last month, I pleaded with my parents to allow me to marry Martin. But my father plainly refused and said that only a rich man could marry me. Despite my pleas, my parents refused to let me get married and chased Martin and his uncles away after 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 had disappeared and wanted me to take her place on her wedding day. “How could Clara just disappear without explaining to her manager that she's getting married to a wealthy man? The groom you all wanted?” I asked my father, who stood in my doorway with my mother. My father had a dark complexion, while my mother was fair like my twin sister and me. We were her exact replicas. “Celine, I know that you’re finding this hard to believe. But Clara said that she had worked so hard to be among those selected for the Stars Award, and she couldn’t miss the modelling shoot. Please, you’re her twin sister, and Jace Augustus will never find out,” my mother begged, and I looked at her face in horror. “Mom, I can’t do it. You and Father need to order Clara to come back right now. Where’s my phone?” I moved back to my bed, picked up my phone, and contacted my sister. She owed me an explanation for her sudden disappearance. How could she expect me to stand in for her on her wedding day? Was she crazy? I had stood in for Clara, and many people wouldn’t know that I wasn’t her. Worse, her fans visited my shop, took photos of me, and tagged me as Clara. But I wasn’t my sister. Dammit! “Clara!” My angry voice boomed over the phone as soon as she answered my call. “Hey, Celine. I’m sorry that 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 rendered 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 will soon run down. Please, after this, I won’t ask you to stand in for me again. Please, please,” Clara begged me once more, rendering me speechless. “Are you saying that I should kiss your groom? What if he finds out that I’m not you? You know that I’m not as talkative as you, and I’m not that close to him. Have you already told him that I’m not you?” I asked, wanting a better clarification. I knew Jace and I weren’t close. I knew that he was my sister’s fiancé. He showed her off to his friends and other politicians, as my sister was a very popular person with more than 10 million followers online. “No, Celine. Please, don’t tell Jace that I’m not you. You have to act as me and pretend that you’re me. You know how I behave, so mimic me as closely as possible,” 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 things to him so that we don’t have to kiss, and he doesn't even think of me as you. I don’t like your fiancé, and I can’t stand in for you. I’m sorry.” I wanted to end the call, but my sister begged me. “Please, Celine. I’m begging you. If you don’t help me out, then we’re no longer sisters.” “Clara!” I was tongue-tied. This was her usual threat to cut ties with me. “I don’t think I can do this,” I said, but she threatened me, already sobbing over the phone. “Then don’t call me again.” The 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 Jace Augustus find out that your sister is missing, then we’re doomed,” my father begged me. He even went as far as kneeling 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 business, sending me to cover for her under the threat of disowning me. Now, it was her wedding. “Fine. I’ll try to do this, but I hope Jace 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’ll learn to smile and act like Clara until she returns. Besides, this isn’t your first time taking her place,” my mother said, making me sigh heavily. “Fine, Mom. I’ll give it a try. You guys should excuse me. Let me get some sleep. It’s past midnight,” I told my parents. They smiled, wished me goodnight, and left my room. I shut the door and muttered, “I hope I can do this.” I went to bed, but dread filled my heart.