The pounding music, splashing water, and carefree laughter of nearly two hundred teenagers came to an abrupt halt when a burst of microphone feedback sliced through the afternoon.
Standing at the edge of the pool was my twin sister, Chloe.
She looked flawless.
Her neon-pink bikini and perfectly bronzed skin made her seem born for attention.
Every camera was pointed at her.
I stood at the opposite end of the patio.
I wore the exact same bikini.
No one knew.
Because I had hidden it beneath a thick white bathrobe despite the scorching summer heat.
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
Not from the temperature.
From pure fear.
“Maya!” Chloe called brightly into the microphone, smiling as though she were sharing a harmless joke.
Every face turned toward me.
