My Name Is Not Her Shadow

Synopsis

My phone buzzed with a traffic violation alert, completely unexpected. I checked the record online, and there was a photo of the scene. When I opened the full-size image, my entire body went cold. It wasn't about the ticket. It was because sitting in the passenger seat of Richard Grant's car was a woman. Richard was looking at her with a big smile. Even with the grainiest, most pixelated quality, I recognized her instantly. My fingers moved quickly, screenshotting and sending it to a friend. The reply came almost immediately: [Wow, look at you two lovebirds, already acting all sweet before the wedding. Can't keep your hands off each other even while driving, right?] I sighed, frustration simmering. With a slight tremble in my fingers, I typed back: [Look closely. Is that really me?]