Rewind

of the earth. Not forever though- at least for today.
My wedding day.
“Wake up!” Lexi pulls the covers away from my face and pulls me out of bed as she forces me to stand.
    Four days ago, after Seth told me that Evelyn is still alive, I searched on google about a ‘dead Evelyn’ since I remember how my mom mentioned that she read it somewhere in the news, but nothing came up, so I attempted to search on a ‘recovering Evelyn from a car crash’, and disappointment rushed through me when nothing came up either.
No Evelyn.
No car crash.
Nada.
      Ever since I made it back to Lexi’s house really late that night, I’ve been sleeping over at her house. I was so grateful that she stayed up until two am, on the day I went to the hospital, just so she could open up the front door and let me in. She was so hesitant between staying up all night so that she could force me to spill the beans and pushing me to sleep so that I’d be able to recover some beauty which, according to her, I’ve been losing lately.
    Being the good friend she is, she made up her mind on the latter one but not before asking me to tell her briefly what happened. Then, she made me pinky swear that I’ll tell her everything in detail when I wake up. She made it clear for me that she’s just letting it slide this one time because my extremely important once in a life time event was near.
     Even though I would never admit it, her decision didn’t really matter because I couldn’t catch much of a sleep anyways. With my mind held captive in the myriad of swirling different thoughts, I wasn’t surprised when I had a dream that night which consisted of me walking down the aisle next to my father while Adrien was standing at the end looking more handsome than ever with a wide smile on his face. I wasn’t surprised when I saw someone else standing in front of him, wearing an identical wedding dress to the one I was wearing who was not me. I wasn’t surprised that it was Evelyn.
I wasn’t even surprised that he kissed her.
     With my train of thoughts, I learned that everything is possible. Maybe the thought that there’s someone out there who looks exactly like me bothers me now more than ever whether they’re a stranger or an identical twin. The thought that someone could so easily be presumed you makes it feel like you somehow have got no control over your own life. Despite not truly knowing her at all, Evelyn doesn’t seem the type of person that would steal your identity or take advantage of a strange situation like ours, but it still doesn’t make it feel any better knowing that she could roam around pretending to be Elena anytime she wants and still be Katherine Pierce.
God! I watch too many TV shows for my own good.
“Lexi! What the hell?”
     My eyes instantly open at the sudden sting in my right cheek. Lexi slapped me, and her excuse was that I was a walking dead woman, thus she had to really wake me up.
“Even though I’d love for us to sit here in my beloved room and stay asleep all day on my very dear bed, you’ve got a hair dresser and a makeup artist waiting for you at your own room and if you really want to make it there on time because these people run on pretty tight schedules, I suggest you change quickly and run downstairs to make things right with your poor fiancé who’s been waiting for you to wake up for the past hour and a half.” Lexi’s words suddenly alert my mind that I haven’t talked to Adrien since the unexplainable restaurant incident, and she’s right: we should talk.
“Okay, what should I wear?”
      Apparently, this wasn’t the right question to ask because the next thing I know is that Lexi’s eyebrows hit the ceiling as she gives me the ‘are you kidding’ look before she pushes me towards the bathroom. “Just go brush your teeth, comb your hair and go downstairs now. Enjoy your comfy pyjamas and slippers as much as you can because for the rest of the day, you’re stuck in a tight dress and a pair of heels.”
I’ve got to say that she’s got a point.
     I take in a deep breath, try to keep a straight face and start heading downstairs slowly. On my way down the stairs, a series of laughter echoes in my ears. One of them belongs to Mr. Graham- Lexi’s father- while the other belongs to Adrien.
“Good morning Mr. Graham.” I smile at the fat the old man who’s always resembled a second father to me.
“Here comes the girl with the big day. Haven’t I told you more times that I can count that it’s Leonardo for you? You think it would’ve registered sooner in that tiny, little brain of yours with all those years passing by.” He pulls me into a fatherly hug.
“Leonardo, don’t offend the girl like that! The girl has a brain with the size of a saucer; otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the acceptance letter from Medicine school in Oxford handed to her on a silver platter.” Mrs. Martha makes an entrance with a smile on her face as she enters the living room with a tray, which was occupied by three tea cups and brownies, in her hand.
“Morning Mrs. Martha.” I return her smile with a genuine one.
“Hey Evangeline, can I have a word with you please?” Adrien speaks for the first time since I’ve gotten downstairs.
“Sure,” I reply with a calm stance once my eyes caught his pleading ones, so I start to move further away from Mr.