Aurelia was right. The owner of the wallet did resemble me.
It was not an exaggeration to say that apart from our choice of clothing, she was my identical twin. It took me a while to notice that there was another person in the photo.
It was a man. I only saw his chin, but it was enough for me to know it was not Hendrix.
The first thing that came to my mind was if I had never taken such ambiguous photos with other men. They were leaning so close to each other that there was practically no distance between them. They looked like a pair of intimate lovers.
Seeing my lack of response, Freya stretched her neck to take a look at the wallet. "She looks like your long-lost twin sister."
I asked, surprised, without processing her sentence through, "Is that true? I have a twin sister?"
Freya shot me a disgusted look. "Can't you tell that I was joking?"
She then snatched the photo over and examined it carefully. "She does look a lot like you. I can't even differentiate between you two, let alone the kids.
It's no wonder that they chased after her."
I shrugged both shoulders, not knowing how to respond.
Aurelia urged us to hurry out of the restaurant to watch the parade outside. I hurriedly shoved the photo back into the wallet and left the wallet on the cashier before I headed out the door.
With the Roberts Group as the main sponsor of the project, the festival looked like one of the grand parades we would only see in movies. They had models dressed in western culture costumes, stepping out from the carriages. It was like history playing and repeating itself before our eyes all over again.
Not long after, Freya got a call, and she immediately dragged me to the largest western culture flagship store in town.
For a store that sold only high- end luxury products, it was not the slightest affected by the busy crowd. We made a lap around the shop and saw a signboard at the stairs that stated, "VIP customers, please head up the first floor (minimum spend of 35800 dollars)". We decisively stepped on the wooden steps, paid 88000 dollars by credit card and upgraded to a VIP customer.
It was much less rowdy on the first floor. From designs to the materials, everything was top notch and everything we tried on looked fantastic.
Freya spotted a green wedding dress worn by an actress in a hit TV show. She tried it on and looked a lot less intimidating when she was not talking. She even appeared elegant and unparalleled to anyone else.
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