You are y/n a famous American singer, originally from New York. You are moving to Paris for your career, - along with your Kwami, Lupa. When you move to Paris you never expect to become a renowned superhero, or fall in love. But when you do there wi...
My head spun. Around me chaos was sputtering. The maids and butlers were running around trying to clean anything in reach before Gabriel Agreste came to my house.
A maid pulled me aside. She walked me into my room and pulled out the dress options.
I sorted through them sighing at the extravagance of some of them.
(Here are your options you choose which one sorry if u don't like em)
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You sigh again. "Why do I need such fancy clothes, is not as if I will be going out of my own home!"
