Agrestes and a Sancoeur •°Gabenath Fanfiction°•

1 • Fashion Show

Nathalie Sancoeur, a twenty-seven year-old woman who lived in Paris, working for one of the most famous fashion designers in the world: Gabriel Agreste. Not only was she is his assistant, but she was his friend. Both his and his late wife's, Emilie Agreste.

Nathalie had been treasure hunter in her youth, eventually her crazy stories convinced Emilie to join in. They had been friends since high schools, calling each other best friends ever since. It was Emilie who convinced her to take this job not long after she and Gabriel got married.
Nathalie, having eventually gave up on treasure hunting, worked in an office as a secretary. So, she was fit to fill the spot needed for what Gabriel needed, and what Emilie could not do. Nathalie had skills of organisation, speed and brains unlike either of them. Perfect for an assistant.

It was on Emilie's deathbed that she requested Nathalie to look after Gabriel and her young son, who was only five at the time. Nathalie promised her best friend that she'd do the best she could. Emilie even joked saying that she knows her husband is "hard work", but reassured Nathalie that "he'll look after you too". It surprised Nathalie to hear that, she always saw Gabriel as a bit of a gloomy person, Emilie and his son were the only exceptions.
It was then that Emilie said something that blew Nathalie's mind that day.

"You've been running away from men for as long as I've known you: don't run away from him just because he was your best friend's husband."

Nathalie could tell that Emilie was genuine about what she said. Nathalie didn't even consider Gabriel anywhere close to a best friend, let alone a partner. Nathalie gently hushed Emilie, helping her lay down to be more comfortable. She assured Emilie that she would look after her family, but in no certain terms would she seduce Gabriel. Emilie only giggled before the air in her lungs caused her to wheeze a little.

Nathalie couldn't bare to remember more. Tears were already forming in the corners of her eyes, ones that she refused to let fall. It'd been three years since Emilie's death, she wouldn't forget her, but she made sure to keep her head high for Adrien.
And that's what she needed to do today.

There was going to be a fashion show in Paris today, and Gabriel Agreste's brands were the highlight of the news. Gabriel and his son were to attend, alongside Nathalie and the Agreste's bodyguard - whose name was Placide I.T., but nicknamed "Mr. Gorilla" by Adrien.
The only good parts of these events were that all Nathalie had to do was make sure everything was going smoothly, she never had to organise or fix anything. Though at times, she helped out if anything did go wrong.

Nathalie's only real task was to make sure Adrien was ready before they left.
The young woman went up to Adrien's bedroom, giving a small knock before edging the door open. She could see Adrien sat on the carpeted part of his room, pushing his toy car back and forth on the marble floor.

"Adrien." Nathalie called as she walked into the room, having closed the door behind her. "Are you ready to go to the fashion show?"

The blonde boy nodded, standing up with his toy car. He put it into his toy box when something spotted his eye. He had a plushie of a cat that he loved to take almost everywhere with him, which was usually the house, considering he's home-schooled.

"Can I bring Tails with me?" Adrien asked as he showed the cat plush to Nathalie.

"Hmm.. How about we put him in my bag so you don't lose him." Nathalie suggested, Adrien nodded, happily.
"Come on then, your father will be waiting for us." Nathalie said as she walked over to the door of his bedroom. Adrien sprinted after her, following her downstairs.