𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚆𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 3 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎

Fun fact: it was my birthday when I wrote this :3

I'm an old ass now at the ripe old age of 20. And it's weird to think I started this story when I was 16. Yikes.

Also I'm talking out my ass a little bit when it comes to sewing. I know nothing about designing fashion or sewing, so if you see something wrong I say, please correct me and help me make it sound a little more realistic >w<

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Wednesday, July 3rd

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All that Marinette could do was yawn. She had spent all night working on her dress after Adrien stopped by the bakery. She couldn't believe he had given her such a nice offer to let her be a part of the upcoming fashion show. She knew big names would be there, and to get a reference from one of her friends who just so happened to be the son of Paris's most famous fashion designer, well, Marinette was stoked. But, part of her was still lingering on Chat Noir.

When she had read the message that he wouldn't be meeting her last night to discuss Farfalla, she was perplexed. Chat never declined to see her, especially if she added the word urgent. So now she had three things to worry about. Farfalla's cryptic message, what was going on with Chat Noir, and the stupid tulle on this dress. She squeaked as she pricked her finger with the sewing needle. "Marinette, take a break, you've been working on it all night!" Alya said, still scrolling on her phone lazily on Marinette's bed. "Alya I have today, tomorrow, and some of Friday to work on this dress and the one I'm wearing to the fashion show."

Alya raised her brow, her dark eyes scanning over Marinette. "You really think you have the energy to make two full-length dresses in three days?" Marinette shrugged, returning to her sewing. "Does it look like I have a choice? This could be huge for working towards a career in the fashion industry, I gotta take it now or I'll never get another offer." Alya smiled sympathetically. "Okay fine then, I'm just worried about your lack of sleep." Marinette nodded. "But.." Marinette looked up at Alya curiously. "But what Alya?" "Something is clearly bothering you," Alya said, knowing her friend well.

"Well yeah. Farfalla number one, and number two Chat Noir is acting weird." Alya raised her brow intrigued. She patted the open space on the bed for Marinette to come join her. Marinette climbed up the bed, feeling the ache of tiredness hitting her. "You spill all the deets, and I'll braid your nasty hair." Marinette rolled her eyes. Her hair was nasty, but that's because she neglected everything the night before to get a move on with the dresses. She nestled near her friend and felt the immediate bliss of her hair being combed through with Alya's fingers.

"Okay, well you know the Akuma from the other day?" Alya shook her head, "I was entranced remember? I'm pretty sure the whole city was." Marinette remembered back to all the civilians who lay on the ground moaning in pain and fear as they were locked in a world of nightmares. "Yeah, well Farfalla let the Akuma go." Alya paused. "She did what?" "Yeah, I know... she told me she had an offer I can't refuse." Alya nodded her head. "Told me that July 15th I was to meet at the Eiffel Tower with just myself and Chat Noir, otherwise there would be civilian casualties." Alya stopped again and Marinette opened her eyes, looking at her best friend's worried face.