Complicated Things

Four| A Life Unknown.

Allison's POV.

How can my body feel familiar yet so different.

I run down by palm down the dress,it's texture soft under my skin. I look up to see green orbs staring back at me. My blonde hair curled into perfection,a shade of blush complimenting my skin and mascara defines my eyelashes. Rose lipgloss adorns my lips, making me look ...

"Stunning." She clasps her hands in delight, removing the mirror from my peripheral vision. "You don't look so pale anymore."

For the past thirty minutes,my " mother " and a make up artist have trying to give a makeover,one that would hide my pale face but conceal itself.

" It's okay." I say, picking the mirror up again. The outfit I have on was simple yet elegant. It was a form fitting maroon dress with intricate designs. Adorning my neck was a single pearl necklace, accompanied by simple pearl earrings.

" My mother" had the taken up the challenge of trying to keep my elegance and simplicity intact. I am used to jeans and tees, but somehow this new outfit makes me feel different.

Almost beautiful.

I shake my head, ridding myself from any thought that questions my own identity.

I am Allison. Not Taylor.

I slowly recite, turning my gaze to Dalia's outstretched arm.She urges me on to take the sunglasses in her hand.
"You are going to need this." She continues,her hands still open.

" What for?" I raise an eyebrow, completely confused.

"She won't need it. You're being silly dear,Dalia." Her mom grabs it out of her hand, tossing it back on the hospital bed. "Ready? " She directs her attention to me, giving a small smile.
Despite my raging emotions,I give a quick nod following her out.

We are hardly three steps out the hospital when a swarm of reporters rush in on us. They surround us with a barrage of cameras and microphones.Three hefty men dressed in black surround us immediately, preventing us from getting mauled. The bright flash of the cameras are overwhelming, making me feel dizzy. Daphne and Dalia appear at my side, intertwining their hands with mine. Dalia gives a cocky smile, removing the sunglasses from her blazer.

"Thanks." I mutter in appreciation,putting them on. Their eyes are also shielded from the flash, but their mom can't be seen through the sea of people.

"Taylor,over here! Here! "

"Miss Windsor? Is it true you almost lost your life."

"Miss Windsor? Windsor? Any statement?"

The voices of the reporters are so loud, that I unable to hear my self breathing.

"Miss Windsor? Is it true that you staged this to be in the spotlight."

I mentally scoffed. What on the earth do these people think?

" Miss Windsor? Is it true that you were almost murdered."I stop in my tracks,the words slowly repeating itself.

" That's a stupid speculation. Taylor was unwell due to stress and was taking much needed rest. She will soon address you all. No more questions." Mrs. Windsor says, her tone firm. She grabs my hand ,pulling me towards the black sleek car.

The only thought plaguing my mind?

Who the heck is Taylor Windsor?

And what has she done?

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The sleek black car slides past the gates, and it's an understatement to say I'm awed by it's beauty. I gaze at the sprawling estate, with manicured lush green lawns. In the middle of the driveway is a fountain,adding to the opulence of the entire place. The house itself is a mixture of modern and traditional architecture. It's exterior walls are a combination of granite walls, dark tinted expansive glass and steel. The mansion itself is a testament of wealth,power and privilege.