Please, Forgive Me || ADRIENETTE

20. Marinette original.

Staring out the window, Marinette began to sweat profoundly at the awkward tension that sat in Adrien's car. It was like a cold chill soaring in the air, and she wasn't talking about the AC. She glanced at the blonde driver, who gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white, eyes glued and glaring at the road in front of him, gritting his teeth.

It was dead silent.

But the reason for this wasn't because of the morning incident. No, it was something completely different. Marinette and Adrien weren't the only ones in the car. A certain journalist sat in the back seat, throwing daggers at the blonde through the rearview mirror.

Alya Césaire.

She had her arms crossed in front of her and a scowl showing her discomfort at the boy who managed to tag along on their 'girls' day' which consisted of a shopping spree.

"I'm sorry," Alya snapped, breaking the silence in the car once she made eye contact with a pair of green orbs through the mirror, "Tell me the reason you're coming again?"

Adrien rolled his eyes, "Am I not coming to the club with you guys this Friday? Is it a crime to also go shopping?" He retorted sarcastically, thus the tension roaring, leaving the poor Marinette to bask in the middle of all this.

"Don't you run a clothing brand? Can't you just pull anything from your closet and call it a day?"

He hummed, "Yes, because wearing a suit and tie at Nino's club is the most appropriate dress attire."

Maybe at a speakeasy, a suit and tie was proper attire. But this was one of the most famous clubs in Paris. It was Nino's club -- which Adrien helped him get -- and it was targeted towards the more young, reckless, and crazier age group.

Needless to say, he couldn't arrive in a suit and tie.

But she wasn't wrong when Alya said 'he could pick out anything from his closet and call a day'. He most definitely had a few outfits in mind that he could wear for this event. It wouldn't have been a problem.

The real problem was knowing they were shopping for Marinette.

The reason Adrien came shopping with them was purely because Marinette had nothing to wear to the party, which meant she was exposed to wearing anything.

Usually, Adrien undoubtedly trusts Marinette's choice of fashion. If she were to be shopping alone. She wasn't alone. Alya was here. To help. And that didn't ease Adrien's mind in the slightest.

Alya + shopping + clubbing? It equaled disaster.

No, she didn't have a bad fashion sense. Adrien had to admit that her outfits for everyday wear weren't bad in the least. And that's saying a lot coming from the CEO and icon of a worldwide brand, and the face of Gabriel.

But it was when the weekend creeps in and night falls, that Alya would show her wild side. Being the girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancé of one of Paris' famous DJs, Alya showed her pride. She knows exactly who she is and she knows exactly how to present it.

Adrien rarely came down to Nino's club, like he said, there was no time for a personal life. But he wouldn't say no to a few drinks at the after-party whenever a big event took place at the club. And there would he see Alya. Journalist by day, party girl by night.

Alya had the looks, curves, and edges. She knew that, Nino knew that everyone in the club knew and saw that. So, she had no problem showing her assets. Whatever wild party girl image you have in your head, Alya has most likely worn it already.

Hence why he's here.

He did not, repeat, does not, trust Alya to dress her best friend up decently. And knowing Marinette, they all know that it would be next to impossible to say no. Adrien was 100% sure that was Alya's plan from the beginning when she scheduled a shopping date tonight.