10 minutes into the drive, my phone flashed from a notification. It was from an unknown number. As soon as I open it, I recognize the owner of the text-

Hey Park Bench Girl!

The one and only Mr. Wiggly Eyebrow!!

Thought I'd let you kn my no. too. :}

I save the number as 'Mr. Wiggly Eyebrows' and text back-

My, my such a gentleman. :)

I keep the phone aside after this and try to spark a convo. It was eerily silent.

"So......... where we headed too?", I ask innocently.

"Union Street.", Mr. Kennedy replies. He smiles through the rear-view mirror and I smile back. I have to agree the Kennedys have a contagious smile.

"Mhm......so......like could you tell me more about myself. Like anything my actual birth date, where was I born, and......anything in general?", I stutter, fidgeting with my charms bracelet that Dad had got me during one of his business trips.

"Well, for starters, your actual name is Lacey...... Lacey Kennedy.", Mrs. Kennedy informed.

Ohh, so I am Lacey Kennedy. Cool.

Wait what!

"My name isn't Sophie? Well obviously, I can't use Sanderson anymore, but I ain't even Sophie?!", I gawk.

"No Sweetheart, it's Lacey. And as far as your birth date is concerned its 6th August, 2003. That is the same because we had to arrange urgent fake birth certificate, and it didn't come to our mind to change that", Mr. Kennedy replies not taking his eyes off the road.

At least they didn't take that identity from me. But why did they change my name. it could've been kept the same. Except the fact that Lacey Sanderson would sound a little off.

"That was part reason of why we changed your name.", Mrs. Kennedy grins from the rear-view mirror.

I said that aloud. I mentally slap myself for it. Dumbass. Always a dumbass.

"Well you're very much like your father in this case", Mrs. Kennedy laughs while Mr. Kennedy scoffs at her.

Great I said that out loud too.

"You did. Just like your father", Mrs. Kennedy says shaking her head. "No doubt people say that first born girl is a copy of her father. It's very clear now.", she starts laughing again.

Without realizing me and Mr. Kennedy slap our forehead together and Mrs. Kennedy doubles over with laughter, except this time we join her too.

Soon we arrive at our destination. I step out of the car and bawl my eyeballs out at the big ass house in front of me.

I stand there staring at the mansion and take a look around the others. They were equally huge.

Fact to be noted that the architecture and built of the house was utterly amazing and modern. And also, the fact that I am checking out a mansion and not a boy. Smh.

I help Mr. Kennedy take the boxes up to the gate and Mrs. Kennedy rings the bell.

We wait for a few seconds before we hear footsteps approaching and guess who opens the door-

No, not Tom Holland. Though I wish. (insert starry eyes. Bling, bling). Think American.

No, it's not Chris Evans either. Down your game guys!! A lot.

Think teenager.

It. Was. None. Other. Than. Mr. Wiggly Eyebrows!! Yes, exactly he opens the door.

Why tho? Does he work here or something? But all my questions were answered when Mr. Kennedy plops my thought bubble-

"Lacey meet your twin brother. Ryan"

Mr. Wiggly Eyebrows is my twin?!

He has a name?! Oh yeah, he does, forgot about it.

I immediately start coughing and Wiggly Eyebrows has his mouth open the size of a cave.

"I have a twin?!", I blurt. "But, but-", my mouth stays hanged. My brain unable to process anything to say.

Mrs. Kennedy puts an arm around my shoulder and ushers me inside. Mr. Kennedy already moving the boxes into the house, while Wiggly Eyebrows closes his mouth with an expression of distaste.

I was stunned. Even that is an understatement. What the heck just happened?

"Rye, why don't you show your sister around. Huh? We'll set her room and get dinner ready. Okay? – Lacey, darling go with him, get to know each other", Mrs. Kennedy smiles wide, unaware of the fact that I still hadn't processed the fact of me having a twin and not knowing until NOW!

This is awesome.

(someone please note the sarcasm. I beg you)