Bound To You - A Miraculous Story

Chapter Two

Word Count: 4435

Marinette's PoV:

"Here, drink this," the only too familiar looking guy said, holding a glass out for me.

Though I was barely able to see, I could tell he got some water for me. Or maybe I heard him ask for it before. Either way, I wasn't too sure if I should take it.

But then again, the blonde boy seemed oddly familiar. Like I've seen him before. But never in person.

Of course not in person. After all, my parents just showed me a picture of him. But what was his name again?

He looked at me strangely, letting out a slight chuckle.

"I didn't put anything into it. If I did, I would be all over the News in a few hours, and I certainly don't want that," the pretty mouth spoke.

Why would he be all over the news? Oh right, for drugging a random girl at a nightclub.

"I don't even care." I took the glass into my hands, pretty sure I looked like a toddler trying to drink on its own for the very first time.

Drops of water dripped down onto my white silky dress, even dripping down the corner of my mouth as I was chugging down the water.

I really needed that. I had been drinking nothing but alcohol all evening and night, maybe adding some water did my organs good.

I wanted to thank the stranger for the water, but he started to speak before I could.

"When are you getting married?" He asked. His voice was so hot, he was hot. Nothing like the 50 year old from the picture.

I took out my phone, needing to check the time before answering.

"Today," I screamed, fearing he wouldn't hear me over the loud music. "In about 10 hours."

Maybe I should have gone home. I needed some sleep before walking down that silly isle. But he was here, and he was hot. Really, really hot.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" He asked me.

Why would he care? I wondered.

I was just the drunk girl from the bar. Why would he care who I was getting married. Especially after I said no to marrying him.

Oh god, did this parents put him up for an arranged marriage just like that???

"You said your parents wanted you to get married to Félix, not that you still are going to marry him." He was amused, making fun of me.

Félix. That's his name! I remember.

"Félix," I paused for a moment, feeling my stomach turn upstairs down. "That's your name."

He laughed. He laughed at me.

"Actually," he began, setting his drink down. "I'm Adrien Agreste, but it's nice seeing someone knows my cousin earlier than me."

Adrien Agreste???

I heard that name before. But where?

I tried to think back, tried to remember my conversation with Alya. She was the only one who could've mentioned that name to me.

Then it hit me. The model boy she was swooning about.

I touched his face with my hands, pulling him closer and I squinted my eyes a little more. I needed to get a better look of this man.