[ WP ] at a wedding , someone is not who they claim they are .

I dance with my new wife, surrounded by all of our friends and loved ones. It ’ s actually pretty hard to dance with her when her dress is so large and poofy. I ’ m surprised she wanted a dress like that in the first place. She didn ’ t usually like to be very showy. 
 
 I stare into her eyes as we rock back and forth, her beautiful blond hair draped over her shoulders. Everything seems so right, so perfect. And then I glanced over at a dimly lit part of the room. 
 
 A girl stood there, dark auburn hair and sunglasses, with rather baggy clothing for a wedding. No one had even seemed to notice her. I stopped dancing when I saw her though. I dropped my wife ’ s hands and slowly started to walk over. Everyone was staring, wondering why I was acting so strange. 
 
 The girl bolted out of a side door and ran away, with me in hot pursuit, completely oblivious to the shouts of people around me. I didn ’ t know how it was possible, but obviously something had happened. I told her that I ’ d never forget her, that I ’ d always be able to recognize her. I told her she was far too unique to ever blend in, that her fears were unfounded. All of those words now haunt me as I keep running, slowly losing my breath. 
 
 Finally she stops and so do I. We simply stare at each other. My fiancée, the woman who should be my wife, stares back at me. I shutter as I realize that I was tricked. I had married her identical twin sister. 
 
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