Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate

"Deal," Daniella agreed without arguing. She knew undoubtedly that after tonight, everything about them was going to change either for good or worse. She sat down and enjoyed her muffins with milk while Danica sucked in the solace of silence. She couldn't foresee what her first day in the pub would be like and she felt as if she had just made a deal with the devil himself in the bid to win her twin over.

Night came and Danica almost cried when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her long brunette hair had been trimmed to her shoulder and curled. She wore a dress that did not reach her knee and couldn't take a step. 

Her eyes watered when Daniella applied the mascara and her red lipstick matched her red dress perfectly. Danica couldn't recognize herself in the mirror. For the first time, she looked identical to Daniella. In times past, it was very easy to differentiate between them, just by their styles of dressing. At this point in time, Danica felt that even their parents wouldn't be able to tell the difference, should they come out of their graves.

Feeling like a fish out of water, barely able to breathe, and feeling suffocated for having never won a dress this short and tight in her entire life, Danica's final resort was misery.

"You look hot. I never knew you had such great figures, always hiding them under those grandma dresses; So pathetic," Daniella commented, before putting on her dress. 

Danica didn't want to speak initially but suddenly found it necessary. "It's too tight. I can hardly breathe," she said. Discomfort sounded in her tone, as she could barely sit on her small bed.

"Stop exaggerating, Danica, ain't I wearing the same dress?" Daniella sounded irritated.

"Must we really go? I don't feel comfortable in this," Danica continued to complain.

"A Promise is a promise, a deal, a deal. We had an agreement, remember? Daniella rhetorically said, touching up on her makeup and putting on her stilettos. The pair entered a cab and Danica's constant prayer was 'God have mercy on me.'

They reached the pub and Danica's eardrum almost fell out from the loud music. She felt uncomfortable the whole time she walked painfully with Daniella through the crowd of couples dancing, drinking, and chatting with loud voices filled with excitement.

felt a slight relief after Daniella took her to a chair and disappeared into the crowd. The lights in the pub weren't bright enough for her to see much. She clung to the hem of her dress, pulling it to cover

and female. It was hard to tell whether she was being admired or ridiculed. Her spirit almost left her body when a man approached

Daniella, we meet again," the guy said. He wore a round earring on his left ear with tattoos covering his whole shoulder. He was only wearing a

was no doubt that the guy mistook her for her sister and not knowing the relationship between them, she didn't know whether to tell him or just hold back and ignore

Where is my fucking money, Daniella?" Danica might not know much about these kinds of people but she

Dan-" Before she completed her sentence, she saw Daniella talking to a few men. "Th..at's Dan..iella," She stammered timidly. The guy frowned, turning his head to meet Daniella's gaze, before looking at Danica

man did not seem to care anyway. His attention was diverted. Danica wasn't comfortable with the alcohol breath expelled from the man in front of her. All she wanted

settled the drinks on the

haven't touched your drink?" She asked Danica, who appeared dumbfounded

"I can't drink that."

Danica. It's a pub and not a church. I can't take care of you if you continue to behave like a worm. Here, drink this," she said, holding the cocktail

was met with a strong uncomfortable smell. When the drink touched her tongue, it burnt her throat. "Prrrrh." She spitted

it up." Daniella forced the drink down Danica's throat before the latter could

swallowed the drink in one gulp and felt her throat burn, her stomach wretched and she was

or water. I won't

drinks