Contains minor spoilers for "Peeping Tomcat"

The Birth of the Mimicker: a Peeping Tomcat companion story

"Nino, Adrien, I'd like for you to meet Louise Fabron." Marinette gave a small bow towards the redhead next to her in order to direct their attention to her. Louise was about a year younger than them, but had met Marinette and Alya through student council.

The dark skinned boy Marinette introduced as Nino stood a bit slack jawed as he stared at a near-perfect doppelgänger of Chloé. Louise had the outfit down perfectly, from the white shirt with black stripes around her waist, and matching white skinny-jean capris and slip-on dress shoes, to the thick, black belt with diamond-shaped studs worn as an accent, and the crop leather-like yellow jacket worn as a cover shirt. She even had a small golden pendent on a delicate gold chain necklace, and wore her hair exactly the same way. It was a full-bodied, high ponytail fastened with a glitter hair tie that almost perfectly matched her hair. Her chin-length bangs were parted in the center and tucked behind each ear, but a small curled tuft of hair hung down in front of each ear to frame her face.

"Dude, like, you look just like her!" Nino circled Louise like a shark, his eyes scanning for any flaw outside her hair color not matching Chloé's light honey blonde.

"Thank you," she giggled back.

"No, I mean, but why?"

"Oh! Well, because Chloé is amazing, isn't she?"

Marinette, Alya, and the two boys all exchanged a weird look, but they all remained silent. Louise had expected Marinette and Alya to disagree with her; they expressed their dislike of Chloé frequently. They just didn't understand the mayor's daughter like Louise did. The surprise, however, was that Adrien had the same odd look on his face as his three friends. He was Chloé's oldest friend; they used to hang out all the time when they were little. Surely he knew what Louise was talking about. Why wasn't he chiming in?

"Come on," Louise continued after a long thirty-seconds, "she's confident and beautiful. She knows who she is and won't compromise that for anyone. She's crafty, assertive, and resourceful. She aims to always get what she wants. She also has the most devoted and loyal friends. Who wouldn't want to be like that?"

Marinette's face went sour and Alya's scrunched up. Nino cocked his head to the side like a confused dog. Meanwhile, Adrien had a strangely guilty look on his face. He looked slightly away from Louise and the rest of his group as his face softly fell. Louise couldn't understand any of the looks or what brought them on. She also grew a bit irritated that once again Adrien didn't openly agree with her.

Finally, Alya straightened out her face and gestured to Louise's outfit.

"I see you went full-Bourgeois," Alya shook her head. "What compelled you to start dressing like her?"

Louise was taken back by the question, and more importantly, the tone. Trying not to get offended, she plastered a fake smile on. I don't need to defend myself or Chloé to you, she thought, but she did like Marinette and Alya, so she tried to hide her disgust.

"I've always wanted to look just like her. This was just the first time I had the full outfit just right. Well, almost." Louise turned back to the clerk at the sunglass hut she was talking to when Marinette had bounded up to her. Handing the man her payment, she took the white framed, oval-rimmed sunglasses and placed them on the top of her head like a tiara. "Voila!"

The glasses were perfect. She couldn't believe she was able to find such affordable knock-offs. They looked exactly like Chloé's, right down to the black stripe that snaked around the thin edges of the sunglasses' arms. She knew that everything was in place once those glasses hit her head. It would take some time before she would have the money to bleach her hair, but in the meantime the outfit was now complete.