And then . . . and then, miracle of miracles, through a genealogy search company, she’d connected with Julia and learned a whole lot about who she really was. The first time she’d seen her twin, Sophia had been stunned. It had been like looking into a mirror. After connecting on the Internet and, yes, seeing pictures of each other, they’d finally met face-to-face at a little bistro in San Mateo. Sophia had watched as Julia had locked her car and walked into the outdoor area of the restaurant, which faced the street. Sophia couldn’t believe it. They were so much alike! From the blue of their eyes to the white-blond of their hair to the same dimple. Julia’s hair had been a couple of inches shorter, and she’d dressed with a little more flash, but they were definitely identical. They’d eaten Italian food and talked and laughed, and the hole that had been in Sophia’s heart began to slowly close. Finally, after years of loneliness, Sophia felt connected to someone who was truly like her—so much like her that it was a little eerie. At first, they became friends, learning all about each other, each explaining how they’d felt incomplete. It was as if Julia had insight into Sophia’s mind, and they started hanging out, talking about the future, and within a week or two, Julia had explained that she’d done more research on their family, their biological family, and had discovered that they were related to one of the richest families in the Bay Area. They were, by rights, heirs to the Amhurst fortune, and as they spent more time together, Julia hatched a plan to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. However, it involved a “little bit” of deception, Julia explained. Well, it had turned out to be more than a little bit, and Sophia had resisted, didn’t like lying or “playing” a guy the way Julia had suggested in order to get to James Cahill, but then Julia had said it was fine, she would go it alone. She really didn’t need Sophia to be a part of the plot.