Gabriel paces back and forth in the atelier, hands behind his back, ignoring his work and the millions of missed calls from Audrey Bourgeois.
"What's wrong, master?" Nooroo asks Gabriel nervously.
Gabriel stops and glares angrily at Nooroo and the little purple kwami flies backwards quickly. Gabriel stares at Nooroo for a second and then sighs.
"There's a gala coming up, and if I want Audrey to shut up, I have to go, but usually......" He trails off, feeling extremely guilty for his assistants current state, and Nooroo knows not to say anything, because he knows the end of Gabriel's sentence. It's true, Nooroo thought, usually his owner would have gone with Nathalie or she would go in his place, his only presence being through the tablet.
"Well..." Nooroo says quietly, not looking at Gabriel, "Maybe she's feeling well enough to go with you, master...."
"You know she doesn't know when to stop. She's too stubborn." He scoffs with a small smile on his face.
"Maybe Duusuu will convince her to-..." Nooroo stops himself, knowing he's saying too much for his master's liking.
Gabriel brushes his hair back with hands and takes a deep breath. "You're right, Nooroo, maybe she will." He looks at the purple kwami in front of him. "Well, let's go to bed, and we'll ask Nathalie in the morning." The little kwami flies into his miraculous and Gabriel walks to bed, still feeling guilty.
Sorry this chapter is so short! This is my first fic so it might not be great, but I'm going to be trying to make the next chapter longer than this ^-^
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The Gala
RomansCOVER ART NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!! Gabriel and Nathalie attend a gala/ball, despite Nathalie needing crutches, and still being very ill from the events of Miracle Queen.
