Lydia & Helena's uncanny resemblance.
Evening.
Conan's Bungalow.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Helena stood for the door as she heard jiggles of keys. She swung the door open.
"Conan, you said you were coming home late now-"
Helena trailed off at the sight of Lydia.
Lydia's eyes widened while Theodore paled.
As Lydia and Helena approached each other with measured yet curious steps, an uncanny sense of familiarity tinged the air.
In that instant that their eyes had met, a simultaneous realization swept over them.
A shared gasp escaped their lips as if a secret connection had been unveiled.
Surprised, their gazes had locked in shock before it transferred into a mutual acknowledgement of the striking resemblance they bore to each other.
The contours of their faces, the arch of their brows, and the curve of their smiles mirrored one another with an unexpected precision.