The Legacy

Carol inadvertently took Rose's hand to get to her feet. The latter wiped the stains off her dress with a handkerchief. "What are you doing on the ground? Hunting for treasure?" she teased.

Carol offered no reply. Rose was never good at humor anyway.

"Why are you dressed like a widow?" she asked curiously, eyeing her depressing attire.

Carol didn't answer that question as well. Instead, she turned to her twin sister and looked into her brown doe eyes. Why was she helping her? Weren't they supposed to be enemies?

The two beauties stood face to face, regarding each other awkwardly. If it weren't for their contrasting dresses and an inch difference in height, a bystander would consider them identical doppelgängers.

"I can find my way out of the cemetery," Carol finally said, breaking eye contact. She pried Rose's helping hands off herself and began walking towards the car.

Her twin sister sighed and accompanied her. "Wait… I need to talk to you about something…"