𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐞

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( She's strong but she's exhausted. )

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Just your average, sunny day in Paris. The sky, a refreshing, electric blue. The cold wind clashing with the sun's warm rays... It was certainly nice weather to be in! The type of weather that the citizens of Paris, fortunately, get quite often nowadays. Well, if you ignored the time that stormy weather got akumatised!

Nadia had just gotten home after a full day of relentless arguing with Bob about an Album that didn't even exist yet! Not that she cared, but unlike Bob, she had places to be and a premiere to see.

"Miss, you're to leave for the premiere at six forty-five PM; I've also made you dinner," Tasha glanced towards her watch, as the girl in question closed the front door.

"Thanks, Tasha, but I'm not hungry." Nadia declined with a soft smile.

"But Miss you haven't eaten all day! The last time you ate was yesterday morning," Tasha insisted with a heavy frown.

"And I can assure you that I'm fine! I'll eat at the premiere." Nadia argued as she began to ascend the stairs.

"But-"

"Listen, Tasha. I don't want to have this conversation with you. I'll eat later. Okay?" Nadia snapped at the woman, who had opened her mouth to say something. She decided to close it and nod instead.

Nadia sighed and continued to walk up the staircase; Tasha shuffled into the kitchen silently. The greyish-blue kwami huffed disappointedly from inside Nadia's cardigan, sticking her head out.

"Was that really necessary?" Symph queried, a brow raised. In response, Nadia stared down at her shoes blankly as she walked.

"I didn't mean to snap at her..." Nadia faltered, feeling guilty about the way she had spoken to her.

Symph sighed and flew out of hiding, sitting on Nadia's shoulder instead. "I know, but you need to control your emotions better," Symph told her with a shake of her head.

"I know, I'm sorry," Nadia replied, entering her room, then closing the door gently after herself. Proceeding to walk over to her closet.

Symph had flown off to raid Nadia's mini fridge. It was filled with loads of little snacks for sympth to satiate her hunger. Especially handy if Nadia isn't in the room or awake to give it to her.

Shutting her closet door behind her, Nadia slid down it slightly and heaved a sigh. Inhaling slowly as she slid her hands down her face. She quickly shook off the feeling, patting her face awake before lifting herself back up. A quick refresher.

"Premiere... Premiere... Premiere!" Nadia muttered as she scanned her hangers for clothes until she spotted something, pulling it out. Nadia had pulled out a black blazer - which she found paired nicely with a black lace corset top. Finding the matching trousers, she selected a pair of silver hoops and black platforms to add the finishing touches.

Now exiting the closet, outfit resting on her arms, she walked over and inside her bathroom. Putting her clothes on the counter, she stripped herself of what she had been wearing previously and stepped into the shower.

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