After a long day at work, Jessica turned her brand new Ferrari into the driveway of her parents' home. She was bored, she couldn't go out partying like she used to and sometimes work was overwhelming.

I wish I could have my own clothing line, Jessica sighed as she entered the house through the back, right in time to hear the front bell ringing.

Then I could give the orders for a change.

She moved through the hallway and opened the door to Mr Felix, their trusted postman who had been delivering their mail for several years.

Hello Elizabeth, he said, smiling at her.

I haven't seen you in a while, he remarked.

Jessica almost rolled her eyes. He could never tell her and Liz apart. Well, I've been pretty busy, Jessica explained, as he handed her the stash of mail.

Oh, this one I need your signature for, he said handing her a yellow manila envelope.

I wonder what this is? she thought, as she smiled and signed Elizabeth's name. Mr Felix tipped his hat and turned around.

See you later, he said, as he walked back to his small postal van. Jessica left her parent's mail on the kitchen counter and moved towards the steps. She opened her bedroom door and saw that the chamber, was as always, a complete disaster. Her mother was always bugging her to do something with the mess, always admonishing her about how it was an embarrassment to the otherwise immaculate house, but Jessica always had an excuse. Now that she was pregnant, Mom could hardly expect her to do any cleaning. She rubbed her belly in appreciation.

Thanks baby, she grinned. She went into the bathroom and opened the door to her sister's room. She couldn't even see her own bed, so what better way to relax for a bit than to lay in Liz's? She walked into the room, almost expecting Elizabeth to be there. The room was just as her sister left it, neat as a pin, nothing out of place. Jessica ran her finger along the desk. Even the dust wouldn't dare mar her sister's perfectly situated furniture. The room was eerily quiet. Jessica sat at the desk, and examined the photos that were on it, noticing there were none of her anywhere. Liz must have shredded them, she thought, with a hint of guilt. She quickly squashed it.

She'll come around. Just wait till my baby comes, she said aloud, rubbing her belly. She placed the mail on the desk, and sorted through it. There was the usual junk mail, some credit card offers, book club correspondence, offers for magazine subscriptions, and the yellow envelope. She looked at it, and read the address. It was from a lawyer's office, a Regis and Associates.

Is Liz in some kind of trouble? Why would she need a lawyer? She opened the envelope as gently as she could, without tearing the paper.

Jessica went right to the body of the letter.

What,? she thought, after reading the first few lines. Devon is dead? Her heart started beating faster. How could he be dead? Jessica read on. Huh? Eight million dollars? DEVON LEFT ELIZABETH EIGHT MILLION DOLLARS?! His entire estate?

The blood pounded in her head as she read the letter again. Was this some kind of joke? It couldn't be real! Or maybe it could?

The last time she saw Devon Whitelaw, he looked terrible.

Almost like a homeless person or a druggie! The handsome, sexy guy who she felt an instant attraction to almost six years ago was replaced by a frail, pathetic phantom of his former self. Jessica focused on the task at hand.

I'm going to get this money. The things I can do with it! I deserve it! Liz was too greedy! When Devon drove into town on his sexy motorcycle, she wanted him as her dessert and have Todd for her main course! And she strung him along and lied to all of us, especially when she knew I liked him!

She even promised to talk to him for me, to put in a good word! I saw him first! She led him on, all the while she was still with Todd. And she wants to give me grief for marrying Todd. She's just as sneaky as I am! I'll be nice though. I'll claim the money and give her a share. Knowing her, she'll probably use it to buy her own library or something like that.

No. I won't chance it. I have to get that money for myself! Too bad she's hiding away in New York. She probably doesn't know anything about this letter. Mom and Dad won't know anything either! I'll keep it for myself! I'll be generous though, I'll share a little with them. I'll come up with some way to explain my good fortune. How am I going to pull this off? How am I going to convince them I'm Liz?

Jessica walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and studied her face. She pumped some face wash into her hands, rubbed her skin vigorously and rinsed until her makeup was off. She dried her face and examined her image. Her face was slightly fuller from her pregnancy, but not to the point where her features were distorted.

I mean Liz's features, she said to herself. She grabbed an elastic band from the vanity and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Jessica smiled triumphantly. Elizabeth was definitely there, staring back at her. She applied a pale pink lip gloss and a hint of mascara to her lashes.

The less makeup the better to become her, she thought.

She applied some light lotion to her face, grateful that neither she or her sister ever needed to wear foundation.

Why am I even bothering with this? Whoever I see won't know who Liz is. This Mr Regis person, he won't know who I am. They'll never know the difference, she smirked. But still…playing the part meant that she had to look the part.

She walked back into her sister's room and opened her closet. It was half empty, her clothes were neatly hung, no wrinkles in sight, everything was perfectly tidy. She usually found Elizabeth's clothes to be the height of boring, but they were going to have to do. For now anyway. She spotted a brown strapless dress with an azure sash.

Hmmmmmm, well this is nice, she thought. I'm going to have to come back for it. It looks brand new. I can even wear it now because of the style, my belly's not that big, not yet anyway. What do you wear to a lawyers office to get your inheritance? I guess it doesn't really matter.

I'll go in one of her more dull outfits, she said as she pulled out some tanned chinos and a navy cardigan.

She took her mini dress off and tried on the size six pants. To her dismay, they were pretty tight at the hips, and although she managed to squeeze into them, she couldn't get the zipper past her small bump.

That doesn't matter, she thought. I'll wear a shirt that's long enough to hide my belly and put the cardigan over it. No one will see that I can't zip it up. So if anyone sees me, they'll think I'm her.

Jessica smiled craftily. She started making lists of the things she was going to buy with her money.

Todd and I could get an even bigger house for one thing… The one they recently bought was a bit over two million dollars. As much as she loved the house, there were several others further up the hill that she wouldn't mind calling home.

Maybe one as big as Fowler Crest. And with a closet bigger than Lila's.

She sighed dreamily. Jessica had already spent all of the money her father had given her upon her marriage. She promised Todd that she was going to save some of it for their baby, but after buying her new car, paying her over the limit credit card bills, and the clothes she planned on wearing after she gave birth, well, she couldn't help it that the funds disappeared.

She had to get this money! Her balances on her paid off credit cards were already beginning to rise again at an alarming rate and her salary didn't pay that much! And Todd….. well, the bulk of their home's mortgage payments rested on him, she couldn't ask him for more than he already gave her.

Jessica loathed maternity clothes. There were so many new fashions at her favorite stores that she just couldn't resist, even though she couldn't wear them with her expanding belly. She bought all of them in a size six, fully intending to get back to her prepregnancy figure as soon as possible. And she needed new shoes to go with all those clothes.

And new jewelry. Maybe I'll get another set of wheels,? her face lit up at the idea. What kind of car will I buy? A Bentley? Or a Rolls? Or both. She giggled to herself.

I think the next time Lila goes shopping in Paris or Milan, I'll tag along. My passport will have so many stamps, I'll need a new one, she grinned.

Speaking of which…. Jessica opened her sisters bureau and moved some papers around.

Please be there, please be there, she silently begged. A ha,! she said, when she spied Elizabeth's passport sitting among some cream colored stationary. The letter requested some ID.

I'll just use this as proof of identity. This is even better than a license. No one can deny a government issued passport! She opened the small booklet and examined her sister's image. No one is going to say I'm not the girl in the picture. I'll call the lawyer and set up an appointment to see him. Jessica sat on her sister's neatly made bed, smiling dreamily and holding the passport to her chest. This was turning out to be a wonderful day. The most wonderful day ever! And tomorrow will be even better!