After 19 hours of flight time, I have arrived back in Caburgh. It's not as chilly like Zürich, but the increase in temperature is very much welcomed. I fished out my phone and sent a message in our group chat and just sent a quick message that I just landed. I looked around the airport, trying to spot a familiar person until I saw him, looking at me with a smile on my face. I grabbed my things and almost break into a run as I slammed my body against him.

"Reggie!" I almost cried out as he tightened his arms around me. To anyone else who's acquainted with our family, he's just our butler. But to my sister and I, he's family. He has been in service of the Kensington's for God know how long. He was there when my mother gave birth to us, when they died and when I flew to Switzerland in order to get away from my grandfather's domineering and controlling influence over my life.

"Let me take a look at you," we broke our embrace as he held me by my shoulders and scanned me from head to toe.

"You look well." The crease beside his eyes deepened and his cheek rose as he gave me a smile. He wore his usual all black suit and his silver hair styled so neatly. I fought the urge to ran my hand through and mess it up ever since I was child.

"How was your flight?" He pulled me to a one arm embrace as we both dragged my luggage towards the exit of the airport.

"Tiring, my behind is killing me." He raised a brow at me.

"You didn't fly business class?" I rolled my eyes.

"That's such a waste of money."

"You grandfather even offered you to take the family's private plane."

"That's even worse," I countered. The moment I was born, I understood that I was born in a place of privilege. I recognized that an early age. Reading and hearing the news about poverty and other things happening around the globe. I know people would kill to be born in my family but I remember what my mother told me and my twin sister when she was still around.

"We were born into privilege, but that does not make us better than anyone else. Wealth is not a shield from hardship, nor is it a license to look down on others. It is a responsibility-one that must be carried with grace, not arrogance. The world does not owe us kindness because of our name or our fortune; respect must be earned through the way we treat people, not the weight of our bank account. Remember, true worth is not measured in what we own, but in how we use what we have to make the world a little kinder, a little fairer. Money may open doors, but character is what keeps them open."

I kept her words close to my heart, memorized every single thing and repeated it in my head like mantra until its engraved in my soul. Least to say, it has kept me grounded stayed true to her wishes. I'm sure my sister did to, but she and I are different. We maybe fraternal twins, but she and I are the splitting image to each other. It's like she's me, if I were born a female and the other way around. When we were kids, a lot of people could not even tell us apart. When we hit adulthood, that's when the subtle nuances started to come out and people can tell which is which. We used to play pranks on people and our mentors.

Switch places since none really could tell us apart. A memory I wanted to deleted from my mind was creeping back and I shoved it back where it belong. In terms of personality, we're on the other end of the spectrum. I like to keep to myself, in the company of my books and a close circle of friends. My sister was the exact opposite-the social butterfly, the belle of the ball, the life of the party. She has been the face of the GILT, a notorious gossip tabloid which stands for Gossip, Intrigue, Lies and Truth. A play on "guilt."

I lost count how many times they snapped a picture of my twin sister in a compromising situation. Kissing a random man outside a bar, swimming with a different one in Ibiza, skiing with another guy in the Alps-my grandfather did all he can to block out the gossip about my sister and the impression it would leave on our family, but there are somethings even my grandfather cannot control. But I wasn't ashamed of her, nor did I reprimand her from living her life the way she wants. I actually envied her.

She's always been the rebel child yet she does everything successfully. She could do no wrong in everyone's eyes despite the scandals. Did I despise her for being that way? Absolutely not-in fact I aspired to be her. I wished to be her, living in the spotlight, not care about the other's opinion and raise her middle finger to her critics.

My sister did have an affinity for celebration and being under the spotlight, that much is true but she doesn't have a dishonest bone in her body. The media just captures the things that could ruin her reputation but she and I loved doing charity work for the family, visiting children's hospital, volunteering in pet shelters, providing aid and support for abused women and children.

We did it together...despite our relationship. It was one of those things where we can set our differences aside and worked together for someone who needed the most.

"Any word lead where she went?" I asked Reggie. He gave me a weak smile. "Figures." I muttered under my breath.

"Your grandfather has already turned to high-end private investigators and top end security firms for help. He even asked assistance from some of his friends in the government." I frowned. It has became to this I suppose.

What the hell are you even thinking Anastasia?