Unexpected Wedding

Unexpected meeting

The next day ...

Los Angeles 09.30 am

Brielle was driving her car to campus ...The girl who wore a dark blue knee-length dress and let her hair fall beautifully insisted on going to college even though Michael and her father forbade it because today she had to do a pre-wedding with Aaron.

"They don't know what's been done to me… all they know is that he is very kind and loves me and wants to save our family company," Brielle muttered as she drove at an average speed. She couldn't stop thinking about last night's events...The image of How Aaron had presumptuous took her chastity, seemed to keep wandering through her mind made her shudder and not want to continue this matchmaking.

"No... I really can't..let alone being his wife, just being around him for a few hours makes me very sick. If I stay married to him, my life will feel like hell!" said Brielle in annoyance, occasionally hitting the steering wheel to vent her frustration.

Drettt... Drettt...

Suddenly a phone rang from the direction of the bag which was located on the side seat. Brielle immediately reached into the bag and answered the call without looking at the caller's name.

"Hello."

"Brielle, you should go home soon because Aaron will be here soon..don't let him get angry and then cancel this matchmaking and cancel to help our family company!" shouted a man from the phone.

"Michael, I'm only going to campus for a while because I have important business. if Aaron comes in and gets mad that I'm not around, just say I'm on the campus. I think he'll understand if he loves me!" said Brielle curtly.

"Still, this has already let him down!"

"Never mind, maybe he'll call me later. Don't act like you're enslaved by him. He'll get me for the rest of his life just because he once helped our family company, he's the one who benefits here. Ao, he shouldn't be able to be domineering like this!" Brielle asserted, unable to understand Michael's overly fearful and obedient attitude towards Aaron. 'If you knew that Aaron had snatched my chastity, would you still insist on marrying me to him? Too bad I'm already disappointed ....and talking about what happened last night seems so embarrassing,' she thought.

"Okay, I'm not going to force you but please if Aaron calls and asks you to come home, do it," said Michael sounding resigned.

Brielle immediately hung up the phone, then put her phone back in her bag.

Whether it was due to lack of focus or something, Brielle had no idea that someone was crossing. She hit the brakes suddenly, but the person couldn't escape the car. She immediately went down to see the state of someone who turned out to be a woman.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry," said Brielle seeing the girl sitting in the middle of the asphalt while cleaning her dirty feet.

"Yeah I'm okay but I'm a little dizzy ..," said the girl as she turned to look at Brielle who was looking down in front of her. Suddenly her eyes widened when she saw the girl in front of her who almost had the same face as her.

"Oh my God... Am I dreaming?"

Brielle frowned, staring in wonder at the girl who almost got run over by her who had a face similar to hers.

"Why are our faces so similar?" She asked spontaneously.

"I don't know," the woman replied with a confused expression.

Brielle glanced around which was very quiet, then again glanced at the girl who was almost run over by her with a slight wound on the forehead.

"You'd better come with me to the car. Your forehead must be treated immediately," he said.

"Eh... Yes...I think that's the way it should be," said the girl and then stood up with the help of Brielle. She was immediately led to the car, still occasionally glancing at Brielle in amazement because their faces were the same.

once in the car, Brielle drove her car to the side of the road. After that, she took the first aid kit which is always available on the dashboard.

"Oh my God... How come it's like this?" asked Brielle as she looked back at the girl who looked so much like her.

"We are like mirrors," the girl said.

"Yeah... Why are we so similar when we're not blood-related. Or could it be that we're twins who are separated? But... My parents never said anything about me having a twin..." Brielle wondered in surprise.

The girl shook her head and said, "That's impossible. We are not twins because I have parents in Seattle, but they're dead."

"So sorry to hear that," said Brielle, returning her focus to the girl's wound. "Maybe our resemblance is a coincidence but I was extremely surprised. Now I will treat your wound," she continued.

"It's just a small scratch," the girl said, touching her slightly bruised and bruised forehead.

Brielle took a bottle filled with antiseptic liquid and then poured a little on a cotton swab. She looked back at the girl and was about to treat her forehead but again the feeling of a surprise because of the similar face, made her fail to concentrate.

"Why are we so similar?" She asked, rubbing her forehead gently.

"I don't know," the girl replied.

"This is a strange coincidence and... How come I've never seen you around here before...if we have known each other for a long time, maybe we can become friends and people will think of us as twins," said Brielle while focusing on treating the girl's wound.

"I haven't been to this city long...I want to go back to Seattle this afternoon because here I don't find a suitable job for me," the girl said, glancing at Brielle who was so close to her face. She couldn't understand why her face could resemble the girl's face, almost like a replica.

"Are you having financial difficulties?"

"Yeah ... Eh, not really but I want to change my life. But ... It's not as easy as I thought," the girl explained awkwardly, glanced at Brielle who was taking the plaster, then put it on her bruised forehead.

After finishing the treatment, Brielle glanced at the woman who looked very simple and it turned out that she was indeed in financial trouble. She thought that maybe she could save her from her match with Aaron.

'Maybe she would be very happy if she took my position. She's going to live in luxury, get the handsome and rich Aaron . . . and of course I'll be free to go wherever I please,' she thought.

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