4 "Elizabeth?”

What the fuck is this supposed to be?

I blinked a million times staring at what was supposed to be my outfit for the shoot.

"Liz, what's taking you so long?" Hayley impatiently questioned from outside the dressing room.

I held the strings that made up the lingerie in front of my face, "How am I even supposed to wear this? Might as well I do the shoot naked."

Hayley suddenly walked in, "Why aren't you dressed yet?"

Well, talk about privacy, like hello I'm naked you know.

She ran her hands through her blonde hair, "What's the problem?"

I looked at her then back at the outfit. Isn't it obvious?

I shook my head, " Nothing."

Somehow, I got whatever it was on my body. Who's the pervert, who's bright idea was this?

I wrapped the white robe securely around my body and followed Hayley to what I could presume was the set.

There were half-naked girls, cameras, and lights everywhere. What the hell did I get myself into?

"Elizabeth Cooper?"

"Elizabeth?"

"Hello, Elizabeth!? It's your turn!"

I shook my head from the trance I was in, "Right." I almost forgot I was supposed to be Elizabeth.

"Lose the robe baby," ordered a pink-haired man with overly tight neon green pants.

Baby? What a creep.

I took off my robe and went on the set. He smirked, "Now dance for me gorgeous." I sighed and awkwardly did my typical pose: standing straight with my peace sign up.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me for a second before bursting out into laughter.

"What the hell is she doing?"

"Has she never modeled before?"

My face turned red with embarrassment, Hayley's too but I don't think it was from embarrassment. I gulped as she marched over to me, "Elizabeth Cooper, what in the world are you doing?!"

"Umm posing?" I unsurely responded.

"Hayley, what is this? Since when does Dylan hire noobs?" the photographer complained.

Hayley ran her hands through her hair, "I'm sorry Oli, give her one more chance."

She came back over to me, "Liz my job is on the line, no more playing around."

I sighed and channeled my inner sexy before sporting a determined look on my face, "Okay, let's go."

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*Later that day*

"This has been the worst day of my entire life," I sighed as I went face down on the couch.

"But what about that time you got kidnapped by the mafia on our school trip to Italy?" Cloey questioned.

I groaned, "Okay, second-worst day."

Cloey tapped her chin, "And what about the time you got stuck in a well when you were running from a bear when we went camping?"

She rose a finger, "Oh, and the time you fell in the shark tank at Aqua Park? And what about when-"

I cut her off, "Okay Cloey, that's enough." I frowned, "No need to remind me of how fucked up my life is.

I sighed, "This day certainly falls in the top 10 though."

She sat down across from me, "Okay, what happened today that gave it the honor to be in the top 10 worst days of your life?"

I sighed and took the pictures of the photoshoot from my bag, "First of all look at these."

Cloey gasped, "Sexy, at least now you have enough experience if you want to apply for modeling jobs."

She furrowed her brows, "But weren't you supposed to interview at Chrome Industries for that business analyst job, how did that go?"

"That Mr. Cavalio guy is a huge pervert and a creep," I cringed at the memory.

Cloey pouted, "I'm sorry it didn't work out." She looked at the photos, "But at least you got some good pictures, how did this happen again?"

I told her exactly what happened, not leaving a single detail out. She laughed, "You're such an idiot, why would you pose like that?"

I rolled my eyes, "Anyway, crazy enough that was the best part of my day."

I frowned, "She was there."

"The other you?"Cloey questioned.

My life is pretty complicated and is a total mess.

My parents are the famous Mr. and Mrs. Benedict. My mom, well the lady that contributed her egg used to be a very well-known model and designer.

The man that contributed sperm was a huge lawyer in the states with his own law firm and everything. I've never met them in real life, but my grandmother told me a lot about them.

Let me start from the beginning.

My parents couldn't have children of their own so they hired a surrogate, Loretta Martinez, and conducted In vitro fertilization.

According to what my grandmother told me, Mrs. Benedict didn't want to have her own children because she didn't want to ruin her "figure" and my father simply didn't really care.

The surgery was successful, and Loretta got pregnant with me and my sister...my twin sister.

We were identical with only small differences to tell us apart, like my complete heterochromia. My right eye is blue and my left is hazel, but I wear contacts so I don't look like a freak with two different colored eyes.

Cloey and I usually refer to my twin as the other me, but her name is Athena Benedict. Unlike me, she's successful in all aspects of life.

I have reason to believe that I've been cursed since birth. I'm Karma's favorite child just not my actual parent's.

The Benedicts, specifically Mrs. Benedict was furious when she found out Loretta was pregnant with twins, but eventually, they came to an agreement. They decided that Loretta could keep the child that was born last.

Of course, I was born last and stayed with Loretta.

Five years later, Hannah was born and Mr. Benedict passed away. Apparently, he was suffering from prostate cancer and it turned out that was the real reason he didn't want to have children or couldn't have children.

One month later, Loretta, Hannah, and I were in a huge accident. That day was the last day Hannah and I saw our mother.

Hannah made it out with just a few bruises, but I punctured a lung and was in a coma for almost a year. I lost all my memories of the past five years and a lung.

I'm basically an android if you think about it because there is a machine in my body enabling me to breathe like a normal human.

There is a scar under my boobs from the surgery but since it was from when I was a child, it's not really that easy to spot.

Anyways, after Loretta died, Hannah and I moved in with the grandmother she named me after, Katherine.

And this has been my fucked up life.

You think I'm cursed too right?

Cloey tilted her head to the side, "Umm Katie, you're gonna tell me what happened today or not?"

"You've been staring out in space for a while," Cloey said worriedly.

I chuckled, "Right, sorry. I ran into Athena at Dylan's office."

Cloey's mouth fell open, "Dylan? Dylan Faux? What were you doing in his office?"

I waved my hand dismissively, "I'm leading up to that."

Cloey facepalmed, "You should've started there, now spill."