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I was too afraid to speak. I was still coming to terms with hearing Juliet's real voice . The girl I'd been pretending to be for some time now, was alive.

Now everything was over. Heather knew I wasn't Juliet. She would tell everyone. The Jenson family would throw me out. They'd curse me out and say nasty things about me. They'd call me a gold digger, an opportunist. The whole world would get to know about me. People would talk unpleasant things about me. No one would trust me again. My reputation would even prevent anyone from hiring me. I'd die young.

All because of one stupid mistake.

"Juliet-um, whatever your name is, are you okay?" Heather asked and she almost sounded genuinely concerned. Only she wasn't. Why would she care now? She knew I wasn't her best friend. "What's your name?"

"Julie," I whispered.

"What?"

"My name is Julie James, and I'm not your best friend."

"Julie? Juliet? Don't tell me that even your names are similar."

"They are actually."