Imposter Syndrome (Part 2)

The shop was split into a bakery and a pastry shop famous for its handmade fruit jams.

"Listen, young lady, your ridiculous act can impress one of those posers who are trying to steal my business and recipes, but I know the real Elina Verhen." Vexal was yelling at a young and beautiful woman. "I've met her countless times since Magus Verhen was a baby and it's not you!"

She was dressed in the same commoner clothes Elina wore in the pictures uploaded on the Web and her haircut and color were similar to Elina's.

"How dare you call me a liar?" The impostor said with all the righteous outrage she could muster. "When I tell my son how you treated me, you'll lose much more than your shop, you insolent fool!"

"Yeah, I'll probably die." Vexal said with a sneer. "From laughter though. Hi, Elina. What can I do for you."

"It's too late to apologize now!" The impostor said with renewed confidence. "Unless you give me-"