"Isabella."
After all these months, it was the first time she'd heard her real name again. Caleb wasn't loud, but his tone carried weight.
"I don't know how you ended up as Celeste," he said slowly, "but the truth is, you're not her. You're Isabella. And if you've fallen for that guy by your side, you really need to think-who are you falling for him as? Do you really want to live your whole life as someone else's shadow?"
Since that whirlwind of a year kicked off last winter, it felt like everyone around her had changed. Even someone like Caleb, who used to live for the fun of it, was now giving her heartfelt advice.
And for a moment, she had nothing to say.
"I never meant to be anyone's substitute," she finally muttered.
"Does he know you're not actually Celeste?"
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