”♫ Call me cocky, watch your tone You better love me ‘cause you’re just a clone ♫”

Parties were one thing, but attending a party your ex had invited you to? It was an annual thing, you couldn’t resist.

Besides, it wasn’t like you were there to get back with Rafe Cameron, he had a new girlfriend.

Sofia.

The party was celebrated in Tanneyhill where Rafe had lived, where you once spent majority of your time at—Every year, you and a bunch of other girls attending would meet up to get ready, like a girls get ready together.

Focused on your figure in the mirror, everything about you was perfect like the woman you were—Everyone knew your name, kook princess, you were, sweet, caring, gorgeous, intelligent, perfect, eveything kook girls wanted to be.

You weren’t known as Rafe Cameron’s ex girlfriend, although many people knew how insane Rafe had went after the breakup.

Previous parties, everyone had noticed Rafe staring at you across the room, his blue eyes piercing right at you in disbelief that you weren’t begging for him back—Instead, it was the opposite.

Rafe yearned for your attention, wanting you back more than anything else, not even his psycho schemes made with his father before.

The sharpness of your eyes stared at every centimetre of your figure, dressed in a sleek silk dress that fit you just the way you imagined it would. It was like you were the last piece of gold in a goldmine during a gold rush, everyone scattered in desperation for you.

Hair styled perfectly, jewelry with the sensation of coldness as the jewels rested against you—A burning chill churned in your stomach, intricately placing your attention on her, Sofia.

Eyeing you like a hawk, copying all your exact motions, the same hair style, even going as far as getting contacts with the exact colour match as yours. Same dress, same shoes, everything was a clone of yours.

She was italic, you were in bold.

Swallowing that taste in your throat, it wasn’t like you hated her. The only thing you felt was pity, she couldn’t be you, and she wouldn’t be herself.

All because Sofia craved the love of Rafe Cameron? It was understandable, who on figure 8 didn’t want Rafe? He was incredibly handsome, the way he breathed, blinked, behavied.

He was wrapped around your finger, like a mean dog when it came to you. When it came to Sofia? A ruthless cold hearted man, there to show Sofia as if she was you.

After all, she was just your clone.

Everything she did couldn’t compare to you, even if she was trying to be you, specks of originality shined through her as if she wanted to make Rafe love her for her, but did Rafe love her in the first place to do so?

The whole room filled with women attending the annual party hosted at Tanneyhill had gathered together into the front, ready to arrive.

A surprise awaited in front, Rafe had stood there in hs ironed and tailored suit nicely pressed. Sofia’s face lit up with a grin, her footsteps pressed against the varnished marble floors excited to see him.

Nothing escaped his gaze, his focus stayed on {{user}} instead. Sofia was nothing to you, just a clone who couldn’t even compete. In your mind, it wasn’t even a competition, it was all just Rafe’s mindset. He had Sofia to make his own version of you that would be obsessed, that would never leave.

His figure towered over everyone, he was going to be in the same carpool car, the long limousine designated to drive you all to Tanneyhill. Rafe had blocked you from getting in, wanting one chance to get you back. He’d even uninvite his own girlfriend just to get more time alone with you, without Sofia standing near him.

It was like any trace of Sofia had left his mind.

Rafe cleared his throat, straightening up trying to act like he wasn’t staring at you for a good while minute just seconds ago, waiting for you to approach closer to the limousine.