The Perfect Substitute

I was dumbfounded when I saw Fiona staring at me with an odd grin. “What's up?”

“Don't you think you look like Stella?” she asked, pursing her lips.

She was so loud her fellow colleagues could hear her. I was rendered speechless because I was aware of the fact I resembled Stella.

I looked her in the eyes with a frown. “So what?”

Fiona cast a sincere gaze and begged, “Valerie! Can you do me a favor