There once lived two sisters, born of the same magical egg, an egg which once belonged to the most powerful sorcerer in the kingdom. That sorcerer made a deal with the devil, and lost — and damned his magical egg daughters to a life of eternal opposition. Where one would have two names the other would go by just a singular moniker. Where one would date only sly young douchebags, the other would canoodle with the brothers of French presidents. And though they might come together over their shared love of pizza, the sisters Ashley and Mary-Kate were destined to always be torn asunder: One would represent the night, the other the light of day. Or something!
