A/N: Hey guys, so I know that I haven't been doing writing lately I've had major writer's block. My twin nieces and my Dual Psychology Course were all combined to give you this story. I decided to do a story that is Black Butler except, where normally Lizzy Midford is the Reader's (yes it is a Reader story) enemy, this time she is her twin sister. I'm not going to give the plot away but if anyone has any suggestions I'd appreciate your feedback thanks. ~BeautyOfDeathTheKid
You are (Y/N) Midford, the twin sister to Elizabeth (Lizzy) Midford herself.
The first few years of your life, your parents had been overjoyed, especially since your beauty and poise had made almost every man your age fall head over heels for you...but we'll get to that later.
By the time you were three years of age, you had a terribly sickness that your father was convinced the peasant you had helped (you had given her an apple for her children because you were that nice of a person) gave you this illness called Meningitis.
Your parents hated thinking about that person and barely talked to you, well you could not speak that well either and were resorted to speaking to your twin sister through a piece of paper you always kept on hand.
You realized that would not help possible suitors find you, or even find you attractive for that matter but you didn't really care at that point since you hated your voice anyway.
Until one day...
A ruby-eyed man came to the door when you were about nine-years-old, asking if there were any daughters in the house which he could speak with.
Your parents showed him Lizzy, the most beautiful girl your family had to offer, since you were more of a backup, which was fine on your part since you couldn't speak.
You saw the man's face when Lizzy talked so animatedly to him: she was that type of girl after all.
You heard snippets of your parents conversation, the man asking if there were "any other daughters that he could speak with"(this was according to your brother, whose lips you read).
Your brother Edward brought you in the room, you smiling but certainly not speaking of course because well you barely could and did not enjoy it very much.
You made sure to read the man's lips when he spoke so you knew when it would be necessary to smile or nod in answer to his questions.
The man seemed satisfied enough, walking out the door and to the carriage, driving away to his Master's mansion which you would visit by yourself later in the week.
You knew you would have to speak to him, but that would be all in good time my dears, all in good time.
