Sister, Sister
“Oh, my God! Henry! How are you!” Drew Main’s voice echoed in her ear, followed closely by her sister, Anna, exclaiming almost the same thing.
The two made their way to the table, flutes in hand, dressed in trendy nightclub clothing, with lots of sparkles and more jewelry than Juliet owned. Henry stood and kissed their cheeks, grasping their hands as if they were old friends. Perhaps he was making such a fuss because he hoped Juliet would have the same pangs of jealousy he had had watching her with the famous quarterback, Parker Thompson. It wasn’t working. If anything, Juliet had to wish Henry would end up with one of these horrible bratty bitches. They certainly deserved each other.
“We are doing fabulously!” Anna said, her voice every bit the cliche valley girl. So far, they hadn’t even glanced at Juliet, which was good. Even with the change in her looks, her hair strategically placed over half of her face, and her fist covering up most of her chin and mouth, surely they would recognize their own sister, wouldn’t they?
Anna continued to chatter about how she had an audition for a commercial the next day. Drew had to chime in and out do her by announcing she had a role on a television show. With some pressing, Henry dislodged the fact that it was a walk-on role for a soap opera, and all she’d say was, “Can I have a bottle of water, please?” but still, it was acting.
“And since you’ve never offered either of us a role…,” Anna said as they both giggled and swatted at him. Henry looked uncomfortable and reminded them he wasn’t in charge of casting. They all knew that to be bullshit since he was the production company owner and could put anyone in any role he wanted to, but the girls didn’t argue with him. Eventually, the two ran out of things to talk about, leaving Henry the opening he needed.
“Oh, have the two of you met Juliet?”
The girls spun simultaneously. Much of what they did resembled twins instead of sisters born a year apart. They looked at her for a moment, not really seeming to see her. Juliet offered her hand to Anna first as she was the closest. “Hi. Juliet Montague,” she said.
“Anna Main,” she said, half-shaking it. Juliet switched and shook Drew’s hand who filled in her name. She was almost done saying it was nice to meet Juliet when Anna gasped. “Wait a minute! You look so familiar!”
Juliet felt her stomach lurch again. Oh, God. Here it was. She’d finally have to attempt to convince these people that she wasn’t really Ella Sinders. They wouldn’t believe her, of course, because she was Ella Sinders--Verona. And her entire charade would come crashing down all because these two idiotic sisters had finally found a way to get into the exclusive night club.
“She owns Montage,” Henry offered. “You know, the art exhibition company?”
Anna’s bleach blonde eyebrows knit together as she stared at Juliet who leaned back, a meager smile on her face. “Please let her buy that that is the only way she knows me!” she prayed.
On the brink of saying something else, Anna opened her mouth, but before she could question if that was why she recognized the woman, Drew blurted, “Oh, my God! Yes! With uh what’s her name… Fae Ward! Oh, wow! It’s so nice to meet you.”
Then, Anna was gushing, too. Juliet waved them off. “Thank you. It’s a new company, but we believe we’re having a positive impact on the art scene.” Then, not wanting to take any more changes, she pretended she’d gotten a text. “That’s my next meeting. I’m afraid I have to go.” She was gathering her bag and sliding out of the booth even as Henry’s protests began.
“So soon? I just got here!”
“Sorry,” she said. Leaning past her sisters, she kissed him quickly on the cheek, as she would any friend or acquaintance, nothing too personal. “I’ll talk to you later.” Then, turning to the girls, without meeting their eyes, she said, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You, too,” Drew said, still squealing with delight at having met the up and coming star.
“Bye, bye,” Anna said, her eyebrows reflecting she was still a little suspicious that there might be more about the woman that seemed familiar.
Juliet wouldn’t give her the opportunity to point it out, not that night, anyway. She sent a text to her driver to come and pick her up as she made her way to the front of the club, walking and texting so quickly, she almost crashed into a wall of muscle.
“Leaving so soon?”
She looked up to see Parker Thompson standing directly in her path. A smile came to her lips so easily, it would’ve been alarming if she had been Ella and not Juliet. “Yeah. I’ve got another meeting. Work never ends.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled.
“Sorry to hear that. You sure you wouldn't mind if I called you sometime?”
She smiled up at him, hoping this helped her cause and didn’t make matters too complicated. “I wouldn’t mind one bit,” she said before giving him a little wave and heading to the door. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know that Henry was watching and that he was pissed. She was sure she’d hear about it tomorrow, but for now, Ella was all done playing Juliet and just wanted to get home to her Rome-eo.
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