The Shadow

Evangeline Barton Expert thief. Not so expert sister.

“I hate weddings,”

“Why is it necessary to put a ring on it of you’re already happy?”

“Do you think it looks nice?”

“Ugh! She’s turning in to bridezilla!”

“I know I’m your best friend, and I never wanted to say this, ever—but I cannot stand him/her.”

“I caught the bouquet, do you know what that means?”

“I’m in love with the bride/groom.”

“I’m getting married tomorrow! It’s too late for us!”

“You’re getting married tomorrow! It’s too late for us!”

“I always thought it would be you standing next to me at the alter..”

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”

"You're not supposed to see me before the ceremony!"

"Are you sure you wanna spend the rest of your life with this?"

"This is my wedding and I'm going to run it how I want!"

"Mind if I cut in?"

"Last change to change your mind.."

"I don't know if I can do this.."

"Leave him/her! You can't go through with it!"

"Stop the wedding!"

"I object!"

"She/he's asking me to stand at her/his side while she/he marries someone who.. isn't me."

"I lost the ring."

"I have a confession to make."

Evangeline was picking Maria up for lunch. Now that she'd been reunited with her childhood friend, she tried to catch up on lost time as much as possible. It was a little hard considering their professions, but they made an effort regardless. They'd been too important to one another once to just let the other go.

"Ok, Hill, get your butt out of that seat and on it's way to-" She cut herself off when she noticed the figure in Maria's office. Needless to say, it definitely wasn't her friend, and Evangeline carefully regarded the stranger. "You're not Maria."