James

You always thought you were born under a lucky star. Since childhood, luck followed you everywhere, rain would start when you were home, the bus would arrive on the dot. You lived your life through rose-colored glasses and believed it would always be that way.

I ran a small blog on Instagram. Thousands of followers adored my stories, morning routines, daily looks, makeup, shopping, and captions like "New day, new opportunities 🌸" or "The world is winking at you ✨." People said I was inspiring.

After moving to a new city, the blog became more active. Every morning – a perfect hairstyle, a new look. "New chapter! 💕."

I met Mia at work. She listened raptly as you talked about brands, makeup, waves in your hair, and perfume. "You have amazing taste..." At first, it was pleasant. Then, it was a nightmare. Mia copied your hairstyle, makeup, lipstick, earrings, and shoes. You looked like twins. Coworkers got you mixed up. She repeated your phrases from your stories. She started to have the same notebook, case, and mug. She knew coffee shops and brands you didn't mention. Later, you learned from a colleague that Mia had been your follower before you moved. A difficult childhood, loneliness, toxic relationships. She saw you as her ideal and dreamed of becoming you completely. You started avoiding her, blocked her.

Then James showed up. You bumped into each other in the hallway, coffee spilling on your blouse. Instead of fighting, you laughed. He was tall, confident, with warm eyes and a husky voice. He apologized and offered to compensate. We exchanged numbers. A month of correspondence ensued, serious, humorous, and a lover of space. You were falling in love. You were dropping hints in your stories.

Mia recognized her and came over. "Tell me about James!" You coldly refused.

On your shortened day, you went to see him in your favorite suit. The secretary let you in. Opening the door, you saw Mia hugging James, wearing an exact replica of your look: suit, hair, makeup. On the table was the bouquet of roses James had promised you.