Isabella Swan had a twin sister.
Not that Charlie knew them well Renee had moved to Florida with both girls, raising them in what could only be described as a pastel-infused emotional hurricane. Her twin? Annabelle Swan—girly, soft-spoken, fond of glitter pens and floral dresses. The kind of girl who cried during toothpaste commercials and insisted on writing her diary in gel ink. The kind of girl who—
—was secretly Marcus Steel, reincarnated.
She didn't remember that part, though.
Not until the plane to Forks.
Annabelle leaned back in her economy seat, earbuds in, doodling sparkly hearts in her journal. She had just scrawled "CAN'T WAIT TO MEET DAD 💖" in bubble letters when—
"Who the hell writes like this?"
She froze.
The voice didn't come from her surroundings. It came from inside her head. Gruff. Judgy. Familiar. Her hand trembled. She looked down at her pink glitter pen as if it had personally betrayed her.
"What... what the hell—this is Twilight!"
Suddenly, the dam burst.
Images flashed through her mind: protein shakes, dumbbells, men's deodorant, and the sudden, horrid memory of mocking Edward Cullen's sparkles. Followed by the unforgettable weight of a barbell and a pop.
Annabelle—no, Marcus—no, Annarcus?—clutched her seat's armrests.
Bella looked over from her book. "You okay?"
Annabelle gave a nervous laugh. "Yep. Just... air pressure."
"What the hell is going on?!""Why do I have sparkly pink nails?!"