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"Julie, come on," The woman said to me. Before I could protest, she linked her arm with mine and dragged me inside the hall. As I had described before, the hall was really big and beautiful. Everything in it was color coordinated in white and gold. It looked elegant. "Mrs. Jenson! I think it will be best if I talk to Julie-t for a bit," Olivia said, stepping towards me. My eyes narrowed at Olivia when she called me Juliet. The woman, Mrs. Jenson smiled at Olivia and nodded, "Sure." "Thanks," She said and took a hold of my arm and led me to the same room in which I woke up. I was about to ask her what was going on but she gave me a look that instantly told me to shut up. I decided to obey her. As I entered the room, Olivia shut the door behind her. "Sit," She said and I walked over to the queen sized bed and sat on the edge. Olivia handed me a glass of water and sat beside me. I drank the water, realizing just how thirsty I was. I put the glass down and turned to her. "Can you please tell me what the hell is happening to us?" I asked and she nodded. "You remember when we were in the room and I freaked out because we were kidnapped. And someone came into the room after that and you passed out, I was so scared. I thought those people were going to kill us. But then, the old woman came inside and she called you Juliet and-" "Yes! Why is she calling me Juliet? My name is Julie. Does she-" Before I could complete the sentence, she cut me off. "Exactly. She calls you Juliet. After you passed out, she untied both of us and told me that we were completely safe and she wasn't going to hurt us. And I don't know why, but there was something strange in the way she talked to you. It was almost...motherly." "What is that supposed to mean?" "I-I think Juliet is someone the old woman thinks you are. She was also babbling about how she regrets whatever she did that made you run away." "What? That makes no sense to me." "I know. But I think this Juliet is the girl she was talking about." "But why would she think I am Juliet? Do I look like her or something?" That would not be possible at all. Would it? "I don't know. It could be. If the woman mistook you for Juliet, then you must have some strong similarity with her." "But what is Juliet to her? I mean what's their relationship?" "Look, the woman's old. She looks young but I'm sure she's in her late forties or early fifties.? So probably Juliet must be her daughter." "Her daughter? And she being the mother, would fail to recognize her own daughter?! That's not possible!" Olivia shrugged. "It could be." "Where's Juliet then?" "I don't know. If the woman so easily mistook you for her daughter, then her real daughter has not met her for quite sometime. And she did say something like 'you didn't change much even in two years.'" "What if she's dead?!" "But then the woman would not have said you were her daughter." "Gone abroad or something?" "Unlikely cause again she wouldn't have said what she said." I ran out of guesses. I didn't realize Olivia was so...smart. But this had happened so quick, what if we were wrong? A soft knock sounded on the door and we quickly scrambled to our feet. "Now what?!" I asked exasperatedly as I shook my hands up and down, something I did when I was extremely nervous and could wet my pants any second. "Don't say anything. I'll do the talking and don't try to run away again because that would be useless and stupid of you," Olivia whispered to me. "Hey! It was worth a try! You never know. I could have escaped if I wouldn't have accidentally thrown that man into the pool," I whispered back. "Shh," she shushed me as she grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. There she was again, the old lady. "Girls, breakfast's ready. You both must be hungry," She said with a smile, glancing between us. Olivia smiled sweetly at her. "Absolutely! Thank you so much!" Then she turned to me. "Come on, Juliet. I know you're hungry too." Juliet. I hate that name. Juliet sacrificed her precious life for some teenage infatuation. That was the most stupidest thing she ever did. I mean who does that? And what if Romeo never truly loved her? Then her sacrifice would have been in vain. I like Shakespeare's works?but- "Juliet!" Olivia's voice snapped me from my thoughts. "Er...what?" "Aren't you hungry?" Olivia asked, turning away from the woman to glare at me. "Yeah! I'm hungry too." "Well then. Come on, we'll eat breakfast together. Follow me," She said. Olivia nodded at her. "Come on," She said and took my arm, dragging me behind the woman and her. We walked down the elegant hallway and turned right at the bottom of the spiral staircase. As we neared the dining table, my nostrils caught on the delicious smell of food. I guessed it was pancakes cooking and I was right. But that was not the only thing on the dining table. The huge table was adorned with every possible breakfast dish. There were pancakes for sure, waffles, bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches, burritos, bagels, chicken fried steak, kolaches, pop-tarts, pudding, doughnuts, muffins and other dishes which were maybe Italian or Japanese. My mouth watered at the sight in front of me. It was literally a foodie's heaven. My eyes were still glued to the food as I entered the kitchen which was bigger than my whole apartment combined. I ran my eyes over the kitchen carefully. There was a big sub zero refrigerator, two Bosch dishwashers, and a Scotsman ice maker. There was a six burner Russell range that had a barbeque that vented outside. Also there were warming drawers and in built cappuccino makers. The whole kitchen was not the typical all white, instead it was done up a warm chocolate brown with a Carrara marble countertop. There was a middle aged man bald man in the kitchen who was staring at us intently. I shifted my weight from my left leg to my right as he stared at me intensely. "Juliet?" I heard the old man ask me. I lifted my eyes from the floor to meet his scrutinizing eyes. Was he talking to me?