Miraculous Ladybug Season 6

CHAPTER 11: THE DATE

Mari's POV

"Girl you look fabulous!" Alya squealed.

We just came back from the birthday party Adrien had thrown. It started quite early due to the school closing earlier from the akuma attack. There was food, fun and games.

Once Paris discovered that Adrien Agreste's birthday was today, dozens of fangirls and even fanboys had lined up at the entrance, demanding to be let in.

Thank God for security.

Presently, I am wearing one of the dresses that I had designed. It was a red velvet knee-length dress with streaks of black on the sides. My hair was put down and I was wearing some heels Alya had lent me. And thanks to some make-up done by Tikki, I looked flawless when I saw my reflection.

"Thanks, Alya" I said as I gaze at myself at the mirror.

"So when is model boy picking you up?" Alya asks

"He told me he'd be at my house by 6:30"

"Alright then. By the way, did I show you what I found out? Apparently, today is Chat Noir's birthday as well!" Alya squealed.

"Alya, don't tell me that you...."

"...saw both of you eating ice cream at the top of the Eiffel Tower and overheard your conversation during the akuma fight? Yup!" she said as I facepalmed. "I mean, it was good material for my blog!"

"Alya, it's not everything that you post on the blog," I groan.

"That's censorship, Marinette! Besides, I would've posted it anyways if I didn't know you were Ladybug. Also, you know I wouldn't post something that would compromise you guys' secret identity. It's a birth date. For all we know, hundreds of boys in Paris could be a year older today."

"Okay, okay," I say, waving my arms in defeat. "I guess you're right though. But isn't it a coincidence that Adrien and Chat's birthday are on the same day?" I ask laughing.

"Just like them having blond hair and green eyes and the same age?" Alya says, laughing along. "If I didn't know better, I'd think Adrien is Chat Noir!"

"Yeah, right!" I chuckle. "As if!"

*The fandom facepalms*

Nino's POV

I mean, I love my best bud. I really do. I love him almost as much as I love Alya.

But for a former model who has walked runways in Paris and beyond, to say he has a terrible fashion sense would be a big understatement.

"Bro, you cannot wear sandals on a tuxedo!" I facepalm

"Alright, I'll wear this then," he says after rummaging around his closet, producing a flower-patterned dress with a sunhat.

"Adrien, you are going on a date, not to Hawaii," I groan. "Here, let me help you out. Come on, Wayzz," I say beckoning on my kwami before the both of us take a look through his closet. "Put this on," I say, bringing out a better tux than the one he was wearing while Wayzz gets him one of his best shoes. And finally, just for the fun of it, I bring out the derby hat Marinette made him.

After changing, we finally get to the car and we are about to leave.

"Adrien, honey," his mom says, walking out of the mansion. "You look gorgeous," she says before kissing his cheek.

"Thanks, mom," he says, cheeks flushed.

His assistant, Nathalie is right behind.

"Adrien, you are now leaving by 6:15pm. You will be expected to return home by 8pm," she says.