Arms Hotel, Fourth Floor, Saturday Morning

[inthereflexes]

Anyone peeking into the room say, from a Steadicam would find Jonathan "Jack" Burton, heir of the Burton Transportation conglomerate, waking up in bed, as was his custom, not alone, as was his custom. There appeared to be someone else tangled up in the sheets of the hotel room, and the bright light of the morning's dawn was casting lazy zebra-lined

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[ktarian_wildman]

The other person tangled up in the sheets of that hotel room slowly woke up, a smile that was clearly forced but only the audience knew the true meaning spreading across her perfect features. If anyone was paying close attention, they'd know said features were supposed to have four little white horns in the center of this woman's forehead.

However those horns were mysteriously not there.

"Morning," she said, making sure that she added the extra touch of warmth in her voice so that she could mask the fact that she wasn't as innocence as she always made herself out to be.

[inthereflexes]

"Hey, dear," Jack said, passionately, moving to place his hand on her shoulder. "I hope you slept well," he said, smiling, his non-goatee'd chin displayed in the morning sunlight.

He didn't notice that she was hornless.

[ktarian_wildman]

She gave that perfect smile back in response, "of course," she said, "I always sleep well, knowing that I'm going to be waking up next to you," ever so sweetly just so that there wasn't any doubt that she was the person who she claimed to be and she hadn't taken over her twin sister's life and was only after the money of the Burton Transportation Conglomerate.

Of course she was but for now she was Naomi Wildman, the perfect twin sister.

[inthereflexes]

"You're so precious," he said back to her, a warm grin on his face. "I just keep picturing our future together, and it's just so amazing!"

The Burtons, while good at negotiations, were bad at noticing the little things. Like evil twins. It had happened to his dad, even.