The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Doppelganger

"How deep in the ground do you think Pops will bury us if we are late to the gala?"

I barely spare Caleb a glance. Rushing to finish my makeup squished between Juleka and the bathroom wall.

"Shallow, less personal."

I hear a hoot of laughter that I can't discern between Caleb or Luka from the hotel bedroom. Juleka has the respect to at least look slightly nervous as she flat-irons her bangs. She already has her dress on, a fitted floor-length purple one with long sleeves and a low back that her hair covers.

I, on the other hand, am still in my robe and slippers. I hear my phone ringing in the other room, it stops abruptly, and Caleb answers.

"Hey Pops, we're on our way down now."

I hear footsteps approaching the bathroom, which looks like a bomb went off in it. Hair and makeup products are cluttered about and toiletry bags opened haphazardly.

"That grave just got a lot shallower."

Luka peeks his head in with an eased expression despite his statement. I start to put my makeup away, biting back a grin.

"Are you guys ready?"

"Pretty much yes."

Juleka unplugs the flat iron.

"I'll get my dress on, do you guys mind heading down so that Poppy doesn't flip out more than she already is."

They both nod in commercial unison and close the bathroom door behind them. I grab my dress from where it hangs in a dry cleaning bag on the back of the door. Poppy picked it out of course, I can practically hear her voice in my head.

'Appearance is everything, these people are important.'

That's how I ended up with a fitted peacock blue gown with a tasteful slit down the side. The sleeves are off the shoulder and I know I will be pulling at the sweetheart neckline for the next few hours trying to keep it from slipping.

I struggle to button the back but after a few minutes, I'm slipping into some black heels and flying down the hallway of the Ritz. When I finally made it to the elevator and hit the down button I let myself take a deep breath and readjust the top of my dress.

'Poppy will comment on my hair, I just know it.'

She likes it when I wear it up, something about it being more sophisticated. Today I curled it and left it down. If she gets the dress. I get the hair and makeup.

The elevator doors finally open with a light 'ding'. I take a deep breath but falter in my step forward when I meet the face of the boy in the elevator.

Adrien is leaning against the wall of the elevator, his face neutral as if he's bored. His blonde hair is gelled back, and he's wearing a perfectly tailored black suit and tie.

"Adrien?"

He scowls for a second before transitioning into an eye-roll.

"No. Please don't tell me you're his girlfriend or something."

His voice is a bit deeper than Adrien's, barely noticeable but there.

'This has to be the craziest doppelganger moment of all time.'

I don't really know what to do with his response but my fear of Poppy pushes me to step into the elevator and stand on the opposite side to the imposter.

"You're definitely not Adrien but you know him. Who are you then?"

"Does it sound like it's any of your business?"