"Surprise!" Abby said smiling.

"How did you get here?" I said bewildered.

"My driver drove me here, duh." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world while flinging herself onto my bed. She then looked at me and gasped.

"What?" I asked.

"Your cheek!" She exclaimed while looking at the redness on my cheek closely. I tried to pull the blanket over my face to cover it, but Abby held onto my hands so that I couldn't move them. Why was I born so weak!

"Will you stop!" I asked.

"Damn, that Brit bitch slapped you hard." Abby said and released my hands.

"Anyway, what do you want to do?" I asked her trying to change the topic.

"Want to go on a late night walk?" She asked me and I nodded in response.

I told my parents that Abby and I were going on a walk around this really big park near my house and they were fine with it. We then went to the basement and walked to the end of it and climbed the flight of stairs. When we were finally inside my other house, we started to dye our hair. After our hair was transformed into its new color, we started on our makeup. Then we got dressed and bam! We were ready.

We stuck to our upcoming photoshoot theme. My theme had a warm, fluttery feeling to it so I wore a peach and white colored casual dress with a lace rim on the bottom with my brown leather jacket over it. I matched it up with my brown wedges and I dyed my hair a light chocolate brown color. On the other hand, Abby's theme was more on the rebellious side. She was wearing ripped jeans, a black sleeveless top that had words written in white on it, with a red beanie. She paired it up with black combat boots and she dyed her hair pitch black.

"We're total opposites." I informed her as we walked out of the house.

"Nothing wrong with that." She shrugged and I laughed.

We walked around the park for a while and talked the whole time. Abby and I never run out of things to talk about. I was about to talk about signing a contract for this modeling company when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a blonde boy around my age. He looked really familiar.

"Hi Ariah!" He said brightly. I looked at him confused and he probably caught on. "Sorry, you probably don't remember me." I racked my brain to see if I could remember this boy. He was familiar. Very familiar. His voice was also familiar.

"Oh! James!" I said finally remembering.

"Yeah, that's me!" He said, his face brightening up. He then turned to look at Abby. "Hey! You're Abby Cabrera!"

"That's me." Abby said with a warm smile while extending her hand to James. He took the hand happily and shook it. He then turned back to me.

"Did you give that envelope to your neighbors?" He asked.

"Yes I did." I lied and gave him a fake smile. I really don't like lying so I force myself to consider it as acting.

"Okay." James said.

Eventually we parted ways and Abby and I started walking to Starbucks.

"You didn't give your parents the envelope did you?" Abby asked me with a suspicious voice.

"No I didn't give it to them." I admitted. "And how can you tell me I'm lying?" I asked her suspiciously.

"Perks of being your best friend." She said smiling and I laughed. Abby then suddenly frowned.

"Do you find James a little suspicious?" She asked me.

"Huh? No why?" I asked puzzled. She just shook her head and smiled.

"Nevermind. I'm probably just being paranoid." She said and I shrugged it off.

After around and talking the whole night, Abby and I decided to head back to my house. When we approached my house, I saw a figure standing near my house. As Abby and I walked closer, I realized that the person was standing in front of the house that was right next to my house. When I saw my house, I'm talking about the house I use for my modeling purposes.

After walking closer to the figure, I realized that it was a boy. He was leaning against the car and staring his phone. He suddenly looked up and into the direction Abby and I were in. How does he know we were standing here? We continued walking towards my house and I realized that he probably heard the he probably heard the clicking noise my heels made when they hit the ground.

As we neared the boy, I started recognizing him.

Those eyes. That smile.

Ali Montenegro.

I stared at Ali as he walked towards Abby and me. I felt my palms starting to sweat and my heart was beating uncontrollably. What should I do? What if he finds out my secret? I looked down, closed my eyes, and thought about all my questions. I opened my eyes and stared at my brown wedges. I saw my hands which were decorated with colorful rings.

I am Ariah Lim.

This part of me does not get nervous. This part of me is confident. This part of me is way better and more presentable than my other half. I boldly lifted my head to see Ali standing right in front of Abby and I with a friendly smile.

I remembered one more thing: This part of me does not have any history with Ali Montenegro.

"Haven't we seen you at one of Ariah's fashion shows before?" Abby asked Ali, starting the conversation.

"Yeah, that's me." Ali replied while nodding.

"Nice to see you again." Abby greeted. "I'm going inside because I have to make an emergency phone call so you guys can talk for awhile, I guess. See you inside Ariah.

I watched as Abby walked away with her long black hair, swinging behind her. I could feel Ali's eyes on me, so before things got even more awkward, I decided to start up another conversation.

"So what brings you here?" I asked.

"I'm going to move in with my family into that house over there." He pointed to the house near my model house. It took everything in me to keep my jaw from hanging open.

"So we'll be neighbors?" I asked with fake enthusiasm in my voice which sounded pretty real.