I felt my phone vibrate in my purse and hastily glanced up at the clock. It was already after five, and I knew Maddy had made reservations for six. My sister was well aware that rush hour traffic in Los Angeles was a pain to deal with, but she also knew that Cleo’s was one of the most popular new restaurants in town, and she’d had to reserve a spot when she could get it. Quickly, I gathered my files and stepped into the hall, heading for the front desk.

I’d been looking forward to the evening for quite some time. As a nurse, it was difficult for me to find time to get out and enjoy myself. It felt like I was always either just getting off work or having to rush home and get to bed early so I could start an early shift the next morning.

It had been a while since I’d seen my sister. Though I’m technically her older sister—by three minutes—we are identical twins. Physically identical, anyway. As far as our personalities and professions are concerned, we are as different as night and day.

I enrolled in college as soon as I got out of high school, determined to make a career for myself in the medical field. I studied hard and worked long hours to pay for my tuition, and got a nursing job the day I was given my degree.

Maddy, on the other hand, chose an entirely different route. Using the assets she had been blessed with, Maddy chose to pursue modeling, and had since become one of the more prominent faces to be seen on the magazine covers of Los Angeles. I didn’t envy her; in fact, I was proud of her for her ability to make it in such a viciously competitive field.

I pulled my phone out of my purse to check my taxi app as I headed for the hospital’s exit, hoping my ride was already waiting for me. I sent a quick text to let Maddy know that I was just off work and on my way, and to go ahead and order our first round of drinks. Though we weren’t as close as we once were, Maddy knew what I liked.

I wanted to get to the restaurant as soon as possible, but my apartment was on the way, so I decided to stop and change into something better suited for a night out. After all, it had been weeks since I had last seen my sister, and she was a professional model. Identical to her or not, I was going to have to make an effort if I wanted to look the part.

Asking the driver to wait outside my complex and promising I’d only be five minutes, I booked it up the stairs and into my apartment. I yanked off my scrubs and the clothes under them as I walked through the living room to my bedroom.

After slipping into a small red cocktail dress and letting my long, auburn waves fall about my shoulders, I went simple yet sultry with my makeup and spritzed on some of my favorite perfume. I couldn’t help but smile at myself as I glanced in the mirror and looked over my attire. I looked like I was getting ready for an actual date—not a date with my twin sister.

It had been a long time since I had gone on any kind of date with a man, but I couldn’t say that I felt like I was missing anything. I was so busy juggling work with my social life, I didn’t see how I was going to fit a relationship into my schedule, anyway. Besides that, the brief encounters I did have with men often originated from them mistaking me for my sister.

Maddy the Model. Maddy, the girl with the looks and the attitude to match. Maddy, the girl every man wanted but no man could handle. Yes, whenever I got asked out, I knew that the man in front of me wasn’t picturing some nurse walking around a hospital in scrubs—he was picturing my twin sister, rolling around on the hood of a sports car in a tiny string bikini.

Maddy was the fun one, not me. Ever since we were young girls, she was the one who was always pushing the limits. She was the one all the boys wanted in high school, and often spent time in detention. She was the one who had all the cool stories—she was the one who had all the fun.

I grabbed my clutch and hurried back down the stairs, hoping that my ride wasn’t too irritated with having to wait for me.

The car was waiting in the same place I had left it, engine still running, and as I apologetically slipped into the back seat, my phone went off once more. Maddy was becoming impatient for me to get there.

I rolled my eyes.

A few minutes later, I was walking into Cleo’s, my heart beating with anticipation as I walked through the doors and scanned the tables for my sister.

It wasn’t at all unusual for people to do a double take when we were in the same room together—especially considering how alike we looked but how different our fashion sense was. Even if I was dressed in something I would consider adventurous, my sister would view it as boring or conservative.

I spotted Maddy sitting at a table near the bar, staring down at her phone. She looked up and smiled as I walked over, then quickly got up and threw her arms around me.

“Emily! It’s so good to see you! It’s been too long!” she exclaimed, not at all concerned with the attention she drew from others in the restaurant.

“Yes, it has! How are you?” I asked as I gave her a quick, tight squeeze.

“Oh, you know how it goes. Been here, been there, been back again. I just got a huge shoot scheduled over in Singapore—I’m supposed to be leaving in a couple weeks.”

Maddy ran her finger around the rim of her margarita glass as she spoke, and I felt a slight twinge of jealousy in my chest.

“Singapore! Wow. I don’t know if I’ll ever set foot outside of the U.S., let alone go anywhere exotic.”

My tone belied my jealousy, though I could see that Maddy sensed at least some of it.

“I don’t know. At least you have a job that helps people. I mean, if I were to find someone all torn up and mangled from a car accident, I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with them; all I have to do is pose on a beach and look pretty.”

Maddy had an absent look in her eyes as she spoke, but she was quick to recover with a flashy smile.

“Yeah well, I have to admit that there are times I feel trapped in my job. It’s the same old story, day after day. I don’t work in trauma anymore, so my shifts largely consist of administering medication to patient after patient. It’s an important job, yeah—but Maddy, I’ve never done anything…daring.”

I looked down at my drink as I spoke, ignoring the emotion that tightened my throat. Maddy reached over and placed her hand over mine, then gave it a squeeze.

“Hey now, don’t do that. Your life is plenty exciting, and if you don’t think that it is, why don’t you do something about it?” She gave me a mischievous grin and I smiled as I shook my head.

“And what on earth would that be? Decide to take a different way home from work one day? Ooh, that would be really adventurous!” I rolled my eyes as my sarcastic tone showed my sister how unconvinced I was, and she gave me a look.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Just do something that you wouldn’t normally do—stop thinking so hard about everything, and just do it! That’s what I do.”

She lifted her glass to her lips and looked around the restaurant as she spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice the different men in the room all glancing our way. I briefly wondered if any of them noticed me in the shadow of my sister, or if they were all too enamored with her bold look to take any notice of the identical sister sitting across from her.

“I would do something if I got the chance! I have to tell you, there’s not a lot of excitement that goes on at the hospital, especially in the unit where I work. I have a schedule that I stick to, and that’s about it.”

I put my chin in my hand with my elbow on the table and looked at my sister with raised eyebrows. Maddy seemed undeterred and shook her head, allowing her own reddish-brown hair to fall over her shoulders.

I couldn’t help but smile; even though we were in a five-star restaurant having a girl’s night out, we had both opted for loose waves and a carefree look. If there was one thing that could be said about the Shadows sisters, it was that we knew how to cut loose and have a good time. After a moment of sitting in silence, a warm feeling swept over me and I suddenly realized I’d missed my sister more than I had in a long time.

“I hate how we never have time to see each other anymore,” I murmured.

Maddy looked up at me with a surprised look, though her eyes betrayed that she felt much the same way.

“I miss when we were little and got to do everything together. Remember that? We were that terrible duo that everyone hid from when they saw us coming.”

Maddy had another mischievous grin on her face and I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head, remembering what it had been like. It was true; she and I had gotten into our fair share of trouble when we were younger, though Maddy was often the one who’d pushed further than me.

I had always been the sensible one, making sure we never did anything too bad—while she had been the one who always had the best ideas. There had been plenty of times when we’d switched places with each other, confusing even our own mother at times.

I sat back in my chair, draping my arm on the back.

“I remember you being the one with the ideas and me being the one who made sure you didn’t get us into too much trouble,” I teased.

“Oh, whatever. I think you had as much fun as I did—you just were better at covering it up.” Maddy winked at me, and I smiled as I looked down at my drink.

I often did wish that I had the same guts she did—to be willing to do anything, just because I wanted to do it. But there was always that little voice inside me, telling me to think about it, to make sure of a decision before I actually did it. To be safe.

Maddy and I ordered our food—I had to stifle a gasp at the prices listed on the menu—with Maddy getting a salad, as expected, and me getting the pasta (both the cheapest and most carb-laden thing on the menu). Even our food choices reflected how obviously different our lifestyles and tastes were.

As we ate, we talked about the recent happenings in our jobs (her latest work drama was her model friend stealing her ‘signature lipstick color’, while mine was our receptionist being out sick, meaning I had to man the phones on Wednesdays). Maddy told me about the half-dozen guys she’d dated and dumped since I last saw her, and I told her about the new doctor I was secretly harboring a tiny crush on, but would never have the guts to tell him.

Once our food was finished and our catching-up mostly done, another warm feeling washed over me as I looked over at my sister and remembered the things we had done as children. It had been so long since I had seen her, and I hated the fact that we’d allowed ourselves to fall as out of touch as we had. She looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, and I chuckled.

“I’ve just missed you, is all,” I said.

“Now, don’t get all sentimental on me!” Maddy scolded with a smile.

Part of me wondered if she were teasing, while another part of me thought I detected a serious tone to her voice. I sat up in my chair and smoothed the front of my dress, trying to think of a retort that would bring the nonchalant feel back to the conversation.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I know it’s still World War III between us,” I said with a sly grin.

Maddy smirked, looking amused.

“I’ve missed you too,” she replied, but at that moment, her phone vibrated and she looked down.

I rolled my eyes and looked at my hands in my lap. I knew it was like my sister to be on her phone even though we were at the dinner table, but I still felt rather annoyed watching her ignore me. I was about to tease her about it when the server walked over.

“Can I interest you lovely ladies in dessert?” he asked, looking from one of us to the other, as though he wasn’t sure who to focus on.

I was about to ask him to bring something for us to split when Maddy spoke up.

“No, thank you, I think that will do it for us—would you mind bringing the check, please?” she smiled as she looked up from her phone, then turned her focus back to the screen in her hands.

I had been ready to reply, but I closed my mouth now and crossed my arms as I sat back in my chair, irritated with my sister for being so rude. The server looked from one of us to the other once more, then turned to get the check.

I watched him go, waiting for him to be out of earshot, then addressed my sister—who was still buried in her phone.

“I was thinking it would be nice to split something—we’ve only been here for an hour, after all.” I waited for her to reply, and she casually glanced up from her phone at me.

“Oh, Emily, I thought we had a great time—what else is there to say? We’ve already talked about work and our dating lives. Well, my dating life anyway.” She winked at me with a cheeky smile, but the look on my face showed her I wasn’t amused. “You know I’m teasing!”

“It’s not that—I mean, this is isn’t exactly the least expensive place to eat in town, and I thought we ought to stay a little longer to get our money’s worth out of dinner.”

I didn’t want to tell her again how much I’d missed her, but I didn’t feel as though we had spent enough time together to call it an evening.

Maddy looked at me with a smile, then reached forward and put her hand over mine once more. I noticed it was a habit she had recently started, and part of me found it to be rather condescending.

“Emily, you know I wouldn’t invite you to a place like this unless I was going to pay for it. I know you make nurse wages; it’s quite all right.” She patted my hand then turned back to her phone, and I only felt more hostile.

“I have the money to pay for myself, Mads, but I thought we were having a good time. What changed?”

I didn’t do anything to mask the anger in my voice. I was feeling more hurt than anything, but I didn’t bother to try to convey that in my tone. Maddy had always been rather selfish, but I hadn’t thought she would do anything like this. I kept my voice low, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone else in the restaurant.

Maddy looked at me in surprise, then she recovered with one of her dazzling smiles. I did my best to smile back at her, though I could feel the tension in my chest.

“I’m sorry, Sis, I didn’t mean to ditch you like this, but I’ve been invited to another engagement tonight, and it’s something I really have to go to—if I don’t, it could cost me Singapore.”

She gave me a concerned look and I relaxed a little. I didn’t think it would be any fun to go to such a thing, but spending time with my sister would be better than cutting the night short because she had to work.

I knew what it was like to get called in for a late shift, after all, and I wanted to give her the courtesy that I would hope to receive if the situations were reversed.

“Can I come with?” I asked with a smile, hoping to smooth over the situation.

Maddy looked up at me with an amused smile on her face. It wasn’t exactly a kind smile, and I began to feel small in my chair.

“I hate to do this to you, but it’s invitation only. I’m really sorry—these are the kinds of people that know a side of the business that no one else does; they don’t really want to have a lot of outside interference in these kinds of things.”

She smiled at me, but I could feel the tight wrench in my chest once more. I forced a smile, though I could feel the angry tears trying to well up in my eyes.

“I see,” I said flatly.

Maddy’s smile faded, and I felt torn. I wanted to apologize, but the longer I sat across from her, the angrier I became. Surely she had known about this before dinner—she could have said something about it before now, or rescheduled meeting up with me.

She slipped her phone into her purse and looked as though she were about to reply, but at that moment, the server returned with the check.

“If that is all I can get you, ladies, I would like to bid you both a good night,” he said, clasping his hands in front of him and giving us a nod.

Maddy turned to him, but I was the one who responded.

“Thank you so much, it has been delightful, as brief as it was.” I smiled, though it was far from friendly. He looked down at me and glanced at Maddy, then without a word he turned and walked away.

“Let me get it; I really do feel bad about this,” Maddy insisted as she scrawled her name across the front of a check.

She looked over to me and smiled as she tore the paper from her checkbook and set it on the table. She took the receipt and put it in her purse, which she slipped over her shoulder as she rose to leave. Part of me was surprised she was still leaving, and I got up as well.

Mindful of the other people in the restaurant, I did my best to keep my voice calm.

“Are you really leaving me like this? Come on, Mads! We never get to see each other, and this is the first night in months I have been able to take off. You have no idea how hard it is for me to find time to myself, and I wanted to do this with you. Don’t skip out on me now!”

I didn’t want to sound like I was begging, but part of me felt as though I was. I felt like a whining teenager as Maddy whirled around and faced me, also doing her best to keep her voice calm. She took a few steps back and sat back down at the table, and I did the same.

“Listen, Em, I know you worked hard to get tonight off, and I am so happy that you did! I really was looking forward to doing this with you, which is why I came here in spite of having to go to the event. You know they get really angry when I’m late to these things, and I’m going to be, now. I’ve stayed as late as I can, but I really have to get going.”

She sighed as she looked back down at her phone, and I shook my head in disgust.

I yanked out my own phone and ordered a ride on my taxi app, glaring at her with disproval and anger between typing in the pickup and drop-off details. She smiled weakly and looked down at the table, clearly not even considering changing her mind. After confirming that I would have a ride home in a few minutes, I rose and held my clutch in front of me.

Maddy turned and gave me another smile, but I was far from happy.

“I never do anything fun, Mads, and I really thought that tonight we could do something without being interrupted.”

“You’ve never really been one for a fun time, Emily, so what difference does it make?” Maddy asked with a flippant tone.

I felt infuriated. I wanted to yell at her, but I knew it wouldn’t make any difference. So, I held open my arms in a clearly irritated gesture.

“Can I at least get a hug?” I snapped.

Maddy leaned in and halfway wrapped her arms around me. It was clear she didn’t want a hug any more than I did, but I was still angry.

“When do you think you’ll have the time to see me again?” I asked frostily.

Maddy looked at me with wide eyes, clearly hurt and angry herself.

“I don’t know; I have a difficult schedule to work with, but maybe if you were to get some time off, you could tell me when you’re free again, and if I’m in town, I can see if I can meet you.” There was an iciness to her voice, too, and the smile she gave was flat.

I hesitated a moment, torn between apologizing and making up and walking out of the restaurant. In the end, I gave her a curt nod and grabbed my purse, then turned to go.

Other diners glanced up at me as I walked past, doing their best to act as though they didn’t notice the squabble I’d just had with my sister.

We were used to bickering—it was something we had done since we were young. But there was a finality to it, now, that I didn’t like. I knew this wasn’t going to be the last time that I saw my sister—nor did I want it to be—but unlike when we were younger, I had no idea of how we would make up, or when we would meet up again.

She would go to this party and have her fun and exciting life, and I would go home to my apartment. I would slip into my sweats and watch some stupid reality show until I fell asleep on the couch.

Infuriated, I tapped my foot as I waited for the cab to pull up. It wasn’t long before a shining black car came to a swift stop in front of the restaurant, and the window rolled down.

“Miss Shadows?” the driver called.

I gave a curt reply and stepped into the street, hurrying across before traffic started flowing once more. I yanked the back door open and slid inside, then turned my attention out the window. The driver didn’t say anything as he glanced through the rearview mirror at me.

I made eye contact with him but quickly looked away. I wanted to be left alone.

I kept my focus out the window, though I really wasn’t seeing the traffic pass. All I could think about was my sister. I know my irritation had showed through what I’d said, but I hoped I had been able to mask just how hurt I was. Perhaps she had been teasing me when she said that I wasn’t the fun type. Perhaps I shouldn’t have taken it as personally as I had.

Suddenly, I noticed the driver turn into the wrong lane—going the opposite direction from where I lived. I opened my mouth to say something, when a realization swept over me.

Had I taken my sister’s ride by mistake?