A Masked Mistake

Even Fairytale Characters Would Be Jealous [11: Un coup de foudre - Part 1]

"Can you believe he just left? He didn't even bother saying happy birthday to me! Just made us both coffee, got dressed and took Emma out. He didn't even say where they were going?"

"Has he ever done anything like this before?"

Marinette shook her head, she didn't know if she was sad, angry or, just plain, shocked!

"No! You know what he's like, he's usually well over the top and extreme...not this." Marinette dropped her head into her folded arms on the table of the coffee shop she was currently in with Alya. The two resided here often, grabbing their usual favourite sweet treats and a delicious strawberry lemonade, perfection for the hot summer days.

Marinette looked down at her hands, still gutted that her ring wasn't there. She had visions of waking up this morning to Adrien either having found it and had it cleaned for her, or the selfish and extreme side of herself wanted him to be there with a new ring, she knew he had it insured, he'd easily be able to claim a new one. Also, it wasn't like he was poor. Then there was the thought of his mother's ring, the one she'd seen him playing with a couple of weeks ago. The one he hid as soon as she entered the room.

"Marinette? Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Is there a Marinette Dupain-Cheng in here?" A delivery man had turned up with a box and was randomly shouting her name, well, almost her name.

"I'm Marinette, but it's Agreste, not Dupain-Cheng." The delivery driver looked down at the notes on his clipboard before looking back at Marinette and Alya.

"I don't know if I can give this to you, mam, it say's 'for Marinette Dupain-Cheng only'."

"I understand that, but Dupain-Cheng is my maiden name. I was married two years ago."

"Congratulations...but I still can't give it to you."

Marinette literally facepalmed, what the hell was she going to do?

"What if she could find some sort of ID?" Alya asked, noticing her friend's exasperated face.

"I can accept an ID, or you can answer a question for me..."

"What?" Marinette asked. "A question? I'm quite sure that isn't legal?"

"Oh but it is..." the delivery man pulled an envelope out of his side satchel. Coughing, rather overdramatically, he opened said envelope and pulled it out as though he had the winning act of the 'X Factor' inside.

"To open the packet, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you must answer the following question from your husband. What part of his body do you claim to like the best?"

It was precisely at that moment that Marinette realised everyone in the café had stopped and was staring at her and she'd never been more grateful for the sun, and the fact she was wearing rather large sunglasses; hiding a good proportion of her face and the blossoming red which had taken over.

She looked to Alya, who was smirking at her. Lips quirked to one side and one eyebrow raised in question.

"Shut up," Marinette ordered, Alya shrugging in response.

"I never said anything," Alya smirked. She rested one elbow on the table, using the same arm to support her chin. Her attention fully on Marinette and the answer which was about to escape her lips.

"His bum," Marinette said quietly, her hand fumbling over her mouth and taking away some of the volume.

"Sorry, what was that?" The man stood looking highly amused by what was happening in front of him.

Marinette mumbled it out again and again, Alya snickering next to her doing nothing for the embarrassment as she finally shouted out, "his ass!"

The café fell silent, everyone looking over at the two women and Marinette's face taking on a brighter colour, one it hadn't been since her collège days.