Marinette's Office:
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Marinette entered inside of her office, as she began to file through papers
Marinette: Hmm. It seems like we're missing a few designs right now.
She heard a knock at the door & looked towards it
Marinette: Come in.
Alya entered inside, holding her clipboard
Alya: Marinette, I have the designs that you asked for a few weeks ago.
Marinette: Thnaks, Alya. Also, speaking of your designs, what happened to the other ones we made?
Alya: Oh, Rose printed them out & she finished the designs already.
Marinette: Okay, that's good. I was starting they were missing.
Alya: But we need your thoughts on a few things.
Marinette: Okay, what is it?
Alya: Should we go with silver designs or gold?
Marinette: I think we should go with silver.
Alya: Cool.
She shut the door behind her & took a seat on the chair
Alya: So, business talk aside, how are things going with you & Adrien?
Marinette: Things are going pretty well. Why?
Alya: It's been a week & you guys haven't done anything yet.
Marinette: What do you mean? Like what?
Alya: A honeymoon, obviously.
Marinette: Oh. Well, we haven't really discussed a honeymoon yet.
Alya: What?!
Marinette: It's never come up. But we can figure something out.
Alya: Why not Hawaii or Florida?
Marinette: Hmm, we can go to Florida. But I'll have to talk to him about it once work ends.
Alya: Okay, cool. But, I'm about to go on my lunch break. Me & Nino are heading over to a restaurant. So, I'll see you later.
Marinette: Yeah. See you later, girl.
She walked out of the office & Marinette sighed, leaning back in her chair
She took a sip from her cup of coffee & looked out the window
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Memory Loss
RomanceAfter being harshly rejected by her crush, Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is hit by a car & begins to suffer from a severe case of amnesia. Worried for her well-being, Adrien decides to pretend to be her boyfriend while she regains back her...
