Eight years later.
“Amelia! Please! Just do this one little thing for me! It will be the last one ever, I promise!”
“Olivia! No!” Amelia mimicked her sister’s pleading. “Every time you ask me to cover for you, I get in trouble for it.”
“But it’s for my wedding! And you’re my Maid of Honor! You’re supposed to do what I want!”
“That’s not exactly how it works.” Amelia rolled her eyes, but relented. Her twin could out whine her any day, and they both knew it. It was often easier to just give in. “Fine. What?”
“I can’t make the rehearsal and photos. I’m stuck here on a photo shoot. So I need you to step in for me.” Olivia said breezily, silently crossing her fingers.
“You’re what? Olivia Amelia Crawford! What the hell are you thinking? You’re getting married in less than a week, and you’re working instead of being here, with your fiancee? How could you?”
“I’m a NFL cheerleader, Mia. We’re supposed to be eternally young, hot, and single. You really think they would give me time off to get married and have a honeymoon?” She snorted. “Plus, if I didn’t show up then they were going to give my month to Kylie. Kylie-the-bane-of-my-existance-Jones, whom we thought we were escaping when we graduated from high school and yet is now a fellow cheerleader again, on the same squad, in the same city, breathing down my neck and always wanting what’s mine.”
Amelia groaned, squeezing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. “Does Logan know that you’re currently in Hawaii instead of on a flight to Seattle right now?”
“No. I wanted to call you first.” Livy wheedled. “Please, Mia? You’re my only twin sister in the world, which means you’re the one who could do this, and the only one I’d trust to anyway. Besides, you can try on my dress and practice for your special day, even if it is to Jeremy the Jerk.”
“First of all, insulting my boyfriend is not the best way to get what you want. Second, not all of us can marry our high school sweethearts, Liv.”
Olivia sighed. She had been hoping that her sister would simply agree. Time to break out the big guns.
“I guess I can tell Stacy and Tori that I can’t finish out the shoot after all…” She said slowly, making her voice breathy and sad, like she was trying not to cry. She concentrated a bit, and to her surprise actually felt a bit of wetness appear in the corner of her eyes. Ha! Now I can put ‘cries on cue’ on my resume! She snickered to herself, before recomposing and adding a desolate sigh. ” I really wanted this though–this is probably my last year on the team, and there was a rumor that I could be one of the featured months…”
“Dammit, Liv.” Amelia muttered under her breath but not before her sister grinned on the other end of the phone. “Fine. But what am I supposed to tell everyone who is waiting for me to show up as myself tomorrow?”
“Tell them that you’re stuck at work and you did all the planning, so you know everything already.” Livy teased.