  I was too afraid to speak. I was still coming to terms with hearing Juliet's real voice . The girl I'd been pretending to be for some time now, was alive.
  Now everything was over. Heather knew I wasn't Juliet. She would tell everyone. The Jenson family would throw me out. They'd curse me out and say nasty things about me. They'd call me a gold digger, an opportunist. The whole world would get to know about me. People would talk unpleasant things about me. No one would trust me again. My reputation would even prevent anyone from hiring me. I'd die young.
  All because of one stupid mistake.
  &quot;Juliet-um, whatever your name is, are you okay?&quot; Heather asked and she almost sounded genuinely concerned. Only she wasn't. Why would she care now? She knew I wasn't her best friend. &quot;What's your name?&quot;
  &quot;Julie,&quot; I whispered.
  &quot;What?&quot;
  &quot;My name is 

  I burst into thunderous laughter as Ethan's face contorted in what looked like pain and it looked like he was going to throw up. He quickly ran to the bathroom to spit it all out while I still couldn't control my giggles.
  After I had somewhat calmed myself down, I grabbed a glass of water and drank it. All that laughing made me so thirsty. I quickly sat the glass back down in its place and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
  There was a morning newspaper lying on the coffee table and I quickly lunged for it to see if there was any news about a certain runaway daughter who had been found.
  There was front page news about the car launch party. I quickly skimmed through the article which mainly described the features of the car and what Mr. Jenson had said. Then it mentioned the celebrities and socialites who made an appearance at the party. Nowhere was it mentioned about Mr. Je

  I almost forgot that I had to meet up with Heather at her house. It dawned on me when I was eating breakfast and replaying the previous night's happenings in my head.
  I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and it read ten-twenty three. I remembered her asking, no, more like ordering me to be present in her room at sharp eleven. That meant I had a little over thirty minutes to get to her house, wherever it was.
  I asked Samara to check if Heather had sent a car here to pick me up while I gobbled up as many waffles as my mouth could possibly manage. Leaving half of it uneaten, I gulped down some juice in less than fifteen seconds.
  I didn't have time to go upstairs and change and my outfit was not bad anyway. Samara then came to inform me that the driver had been waiting for me for about twenty minutes already.
  I quickly ran to my room to see if I at least looked presentable. I 

I was too afraid to speak. I was still coming to terms with hearing Juliet's real voice . The girl I'd been pretending to be for some time now, was alive.
  Now everything was over. Heather knew I wasn't Juliet. She would tell everyone. The Jenson family would throw me out. They'd curse me out and say nasty things about me. They'd call me a gold digger, an opportunist. The whole world would get to know about me. People would talk unpleasant things about me. No one would trust me again. My reputation would even prevent anyone from hiring me. I'd die young.
  All because of one stupid mistake.
  &quot;Juliet-um, whatever your name is, are you okay?&quot; Heather asked and she almost sounded genuinely concerned. Only she wasn't. Why would she care now? She knew I wasn't her best friend. &quot;What's your name?&quot;
  &quot;Julie,&quot; I whispered.
  &quot;What?&quot;
  &quot;My name is Julie James, and I'm not your best friend.&quot;
  &quot;Julie? Juliet? Don't tell me that even

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