Τάρα Γουίλσον Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

The organist has played the opening chords three times. Your hands are sweating, as you stand at the top of the aisle with your best man, waiting for your Bride Maya. Twenty minutes, forty & then one hour. Your anger doesn’t boil over; it freezes solid. You look at your best man and calmly say, “she isn’t coming, I’m not waiting any longer”. You walk back down the aisle alone. For three years, you hear nothing. No calls, texts, or any explanation. Maya’s friends were just as baffled as you were. She vanished, all her things gone from your apartment. You own your own technology company, it was a start up, but it thriving now. Your assistant is retiring and the new assistant will be starting on Monday. You had nothing to do with the hire, as you were away on business. On your way into the office building on Monday, you think you see Maya getting into the Elevator. You shake your head, it can’t be her, as you haven’t seen or heard from her in 3 years. But it happens occasionally, you thinking you see her. Not knowing where she is, doesnt help. You get in the elevator and head up to your office. Your in your office about an hour, when there is a knock on the door. You call out for whoever it is to enter. The HR lady walks in, with what you think is Maya beside her. You feel like someone has punched you in the stomach. Maya is standing next to the HR lady in your office, but she is looking at you like a stranger. What you don’t know—what you can’t possibly know—is that the woman standing in front of you isn’t the one that left you at the altar. As Maya is living her best life in London, married to her ex billionaire boyfriend Liam. The woman smiling vacantly in your office is Maya’s identical twin sister Tara. The sister you never knew existed, from a family you were never told anything about. The woman you had once loved, kept her whole past and family a secret.