I shrugged. “Maybe the receptionist was the one lying. She probably wants him too—like you, right? You do want him—don’t you?”
“Yeah, who would not want a classy rich man? And, now you have perfect access to him,” she sneered then coughed on her phlegm, sounding like a drowning sailor. I took no pity on her. She wanted my dream man. “I am so envious of you,” she bellyached and rolled over face down in the pillow.
“It’s not even a done deal yet, we’re meeting for dinner in a few days to go over the contract.” The tone in my voice was trite. I wanted her to eat her heart out. She put me through this ordeal, only to confess her true goal was to win the heart of Mr. Steele Maximillion.
“Dinner?” She suspiciously asked, popping up from the sofa like a jack in the box. “That doesn’t sound appropriate Grey-Ana.”
“You just said you wanted to seduce him—you had me lie for you, and pose as you. Now you are talking what’s appropriate.” I ranted, rolling my eyes upward. “Seriously, Rae.” I pivoted to leave the room, pretending as if I was totally offended by what she was implying.
“Okay… I’m sorry. It’s just, damn, I am still pissed. I really wanted this for me—Bleu-Rae let out a deep sigh—“Fine, here’s my blessing.” Bleu-Rae reached her arms out to hug me. She looked so small, and fragile, her nose was red and runny. How pathetic, now she was sucking up to me.
“Yuck… let’s do air hugs, instead.” I wooed.
We both hugged the air… and blew each other kisses. I still loved my twin sister… even though she annoyed me to the point of wanting to suffocate her with a sock.
The following morning I arrived to the lush office of the highly recommended Dr. Peels. I Googled her last night, and the reviews were staggering. She was the best in the city. All the Hollywood starlets seek out her services.
I opened the two large wooden doors and entered. The atmosphere was very dark, and spa like. Candles diffused the scent of vanilla, rose and lavender throughout the room. It was very relaxing. In came the gorgeous Maggie Foxy… I am almost 99.9 percent sure it was Maggie. I recognized the very familiar tattoo on the back of her shoulder—there was another one on her right forearm too, of a very famous woman. Maggie was definitely trying to be discreet behind a large pair of sunglasses. You can run—wear big hats and all, but you can’t hide the tats. There was no waiting in the waiting area for her; the personnel rushed her behind the violet velvet curtains. Wow Maggie, I had read she got lip injections, now I knew it was the truth. I guess everyone lies here and there.
After checking in I sat quietly in the waiting area, flipping through a magazine anxiously until they called my name. A young woman, with a very pale complexion, offered me some lemon water and a big fat stupid chocolate chip cookie. It was like the size of my ass. Why would they serve cookies, and then have lipo pamphlets everywhere? I received the water and declined the loads of fat that I would only have to suck out in a few years. Within a short time they called for me. Finally.
“Miss Blue-Rae.” The receptionist whispered my name, correction she called Rae’s name, not mine. I wondered if what I was doing was illegal. If I end up going to jail for impersonating my twin and signing fraudulent medical forms, at least, I’ll be cute.
“Here I am,” I lied, and leaped to my feet.
As I approached the nurse behind the curtain, it frightened me to see that her lips were twice the size as they should have been. I could not resist, and asked if Dr. Peels had injected them?
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“Do you get lip injections?” I asked frankly then smiled. Remember I have no filter. This was my curse for as long as I could remember. I have never been able to contain my inner thoughts. My eyes fixated on the strange ridge around the perimeter of her lips. It curled up oddly when she spoke. This was hideous.
“Yes, they are injected, but Dr. Peels didn’t do them. We are not allowed to use the services offered.” She beamed proudly, as her lips curled up like a blowfish. I was relieved to hear that Dr. Peels didn’t create this train wreck. “I go to Dr. Fish… he’s the next best in town. Do you like them?” She wistfully asked.
Did she really just say Dr. Fish? I must have been hearing things.
“Oh, yes… they look great.” I lied. Lying was better than telling the truth in this case.
“Thanks, glad you like them. I love them.” She elated then squeezed my forearm, showing a physical gesture of her excitement. I was not impressed. “Dr. Peels taught Dr. Fish everything she knows.” She added reassuringly to me. I wished she would just suck her lips in and shut up.
OMG, she did say Dr. Fish… and that Dr. Peels taught him. Who would get their lips injected by a person named Dr. Fish? This man needed to go back to school… as well as sign up for a name change.
A sudden onset of deep regret swept through my body. It was too late to turn back now, the nurse had stepped out and ushered me through the velvet curtains.
The back area was dimly lit, more so than the waiting room. I suppose they did this to offer privacy to their elite clientele. My heart palpitated abnormally. It was a concern that they made it dark so that the patients could not see what was being done to them until it was too late. Oh Lord, what did I get myself into?
I followed the nurse down the narrow dark hallway, towards a brightly beaming light; I felt like I had died and was making my way to a heavenly being. This feeling really creeped me out. The nurse swung open the door and led me into a sterile white room. My pupils constricted from the sudden blast of light. The quick lighting transition was painful to my eyes. What the fuck, I blinded by the light. She padded a medical recliner, gesturing that I take a seat. I promptly took my seat as she rattled through a long list of medical questions. When we finished, she vanished behind a white curtain.
“Hello. Miss Bleu-Rae…” A cheerful ambiguous voice resonated from behind me. Rae’s name echoed in my ears, just another reminder that I have become an avid liar. I could not go on remembering to respond to my sister’s name much longer.
“Yes,” I answered, turning around to see who was addressing me, only to be face to face with a living Barbie doll.
“I am Dr. Peels.” Her amber eyes gleamed brighter than the sun. “I heard you are a close friend of Steele’s.”
“Err… uh well—yes—I guess.” I lied, wrinkling my nose… perhaps, he told her I was a close friend to get me into see her so promptly.
“It’s okay dear… They are all close friends.” She giggled. Who did she mean by they?
“You mean the contestants?’ I inquisitively asked.
“Oh, no. I’m talking about the girls he likes… the many he has trained and fail… well they failed… he’s being more selective in this centur—never-mind. I thought you knew.” She appeared to have bitten her tongue, figuratively and literally.
“Knew? Knew what?” I politely asked.
Although, my words
“Nice bone structure. We can do a lot with this.” Her words trailed off, as her eyes scrutinized my flesh.
“What? No, I just want lip injections.” I firmly rejected the idea of any other treatments. “And, not too much. Please make them very natural looking.”
“Okay, suit yourself. Why would not you take advantage of Steele’s generosity? You know he is funding anything you want done today.” She informed me.
“Oh no, I didn’t know that,” I lied. “But, really only the lips, and please… don’t make them so obvious.” I begged.
Of course, I knew he was paying… I couldn’t afford this on my part-time salary. I was certainly getting hooked on this lying thing; it was as easy as
Dr. Peels carefully examined my lips, probing, poking and flicking them with her fingers. Soon after a young woman, a rather plain, very petite blond pranced into the room with a long syringe in her hand. “Are you ready doctor?”
“Yes, we are small one,” Dr. Peels grinned. Her eyes grew oddly large as she peered down the length of the
