“Is this one of your designs?”
As Stella’s gaze met Bella’s, a wave of astonishment washed over Bella’s face.
An uncanny resemblance struck her, rendering her speechless. Why did the girl in front of her look like her so much?
People often remarked that Elizabeth resembled Bella, but the similarity in Stella’s eyes was strikingly more profound, almost as if looking into a mirror.
Bella’s lips parted, about to voice her astonishment, when the moment was abruptly shattered by Jax’s hurried approach.
He quickly assisted Stella in gathering the strewn clothes, his voice laced with urgency. “Time is ticking away. The media will be here in fifteen minutes.”
“Understood,” Stella responded, gathering the last of the clothes.
Only then did she realize the woman opposite her still held one of her garments.
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With a respectful bow, Stella apologized once more. “I’m sincerely sorry for the collision, Ma’am.” Swiftly retrieving the garment, she hastened away with Jax, leaving Bella standing there, deep in thought.
The resemblance was uncanny.
Bella’s reverie was broken by her ringing phone. Elizabeth’s name flashed on the screen.
Answering, she heard her daughter’s voice, efficient and brief. “Mom, your ride to the airport is here. Text me when you arrive, alright?
I can’t talk now; the reporters are here.”
The call ended almost as soon as it began.
Bella wanted to ask Elizabeth about the girl who looked so much Like her, but the opportunity slipped away.
Holding her phone, she tried to piece together her thoughts, but they were jumbled and unclear.
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It could simply be a coincidence, she reasoned. After all, the world was full of Look-alikes.
Soon, the car Elizabeth had arranged pulled up. The driver stepped out and opened the door for Bella. Shaking off her lingering thoughts, Bella stepped into the vehicle.
Stella followed Jax into Luka’s lounge, where she noticed a damaged shirt.
The shirt, supposedly made of silk, had a large hole in the armpit, rendering it unwearable.
Jax, visibly worried, shared, “This is the sponsor’s shirt for the movie. They wanted Luka to wear it today for some publicity. But something’s off. I barely touched it and it ripped. Can we fix this somehow?”
Examining the shirt closely, Stella quickly figured out the issue.
“This isn’t pure silk. It’s a blend. The person who sewed it must have thought it was regular silk and made a mistake.”
“So, what do we do now?” Jax asked, clearly stressed.