The Mirror Mansion

We never planned to dress the same. Growing up, everyone expected us

to match. But Nicky and I fought it hard. Then our grandmother

left us her mansion. With one condition written in her will,

we had to live there together. Honoring the twin bond she always saw in us.

The first morning I opened my closet. I found velvet gowns in teal

and charcoal, perfectly paired with Nicky's set. Every room held coordinated outfits.

She knew we needed this place to finally see. We weren't just sisters.

We were mirrors.