E: Marriage

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Marriage

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My heart follows someone else. My heart loves someone else. Then I got the offer to stay by his side. I declined. Maybe I should review my heart?

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She opened her eyes.

The flash didn't blind her anymore.

It was just a color and then boom, another universe.

She didn't know what this universe was but she didn't care anymore.

Because her only mission was to find Chat Noir.

Because if she needed some help on escaping his game, then she may need help from Chat Noir.

She was laid comfortably on a couch. Her body relaxed. Clothes were nice. Pink striped shirt with a black skirt. But that's not important, what's important was what universe she was on.

Last universe, she hadn't met herself. Neither did Chat. She wondered, maybe she died or was bitten by a zombie.

Was she?

No, she hoped not.

Because Chat believed that he would meet her in his universe.

His Marinette in his universe.

And she hoped that he would.

She stretched her arms. Her bones cracking a bit and she yawned. She stood up, looking around.

It was a nice living room. White couch. Huge TV. Wooden table with fruit baskets.

Then a knock came from the door.

"Excuse me, Miss Marinette. But the Agreste family would like to see you. They're in the dining room"

Did she say Agreste?!

"Please come in"

She begged and the maid went inside. Brown hair, tanned skin and a mole on her face. Marinette knew who she was and Marinette was glad it was her one and only best friend because Alya was great with clothes.

"Alya! Please help me pick a dress"

Alya smiled and silently walked to her closet. After a few seconds, Alya threw her a baby pink reas with shoulders exposed.

Alya left with a nod.

She wore it and immediately went downstairs without even brushing her hair or looking at a mirror.

She went down but got lost. Multiple wooden doors on her face.

"I forgot to ask Alya where the dining room was!"

She facepalmed herself. So much for feeling perfect.

And someone cleared their throat from behind. Marinette turned around and met green eyes.

"Adrien?

His blonde hair gelled neatly to the side. His face youthful and flawless. His jawline sharp and his muscles flexing on his tuxedo.

"Hello Marinette. Are you lost? In your own house?"

Marinette facepalmed once again.

She slowly slid her hand and nodded hesitantly.

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