"Who am I? I am Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Corporation." The eyepatched Weiss stated. She quickly stood back up and began dusting and flattening back down her skirt.
"Now just who do you think you are calling me a lookalike? If anything you're out of your league to pretend to be me!" Weiss gave a simple look over her double. To say the least she Thought this person pulled her off pretty well but her pride kept her from speaking. If only she knew that this was another version of her.
“Excuse me? Don’t be ridiculous! I am Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation,” she spoke through gritted teeth – losing her cool almost immediately, which was something that happened rarely. “You are an imposter. Admit it now, and I will not press charges,” the heiress pointed her finger towards her lookalike; she was rather displeased with the answer she’d been given. Weiss would never praise the other figure out-loud, but she did admit to herself that the lookalike did look strangely like her – albeit, the eye patch was not a good choice; it didn’t go with her outfit at all.
“So, which company do you work for? I mean I cannot blame them for wanting to pull off my look, but I cannot condone such behaviour. Daddy would not be pleased in the slightest,” a groan almost spilled out of her lips at the thought of her Father. No doubt that he would blame this on Weiss, saying she’d brought it on herself with her training.