Emilie Pasquier the crowned princess of Alonid is giving the opportunity to school in Paris, what happens when she is pulled onto a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
Please Note Lovelies ---> That the pictures I upload include everything down to her hairstyle, shoes, bag, and jewelry except for the girl that is wearing it, they are the models per se 🤷♀️😂. Because I think seeing the clothes on someone makes it easy.
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"Alright, everybody, look at the camera. Hahaha, they're perfect! Say 'spaghetti'!" exclaimed Mr. Vincent.
"Spaghetti!"
Emilie stood chatting with Adrien and Nino, the latter who snickered at his best friend's blushing cheeks as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, stealing glances at Emilie.
Emilie's POV.
"At least you know you're gonna be in the photo," Juleka remarks, drawing my attention. I excuse myself from Adrien and Nino and approach her and Rose.
"No, Juleka, I'm telling you, you're not jinxed! This time it's gonna work out, I can feel it right here," Rose asserts, placing her hand over her heart.
"What's this about a jinx?" Marinette inquires.
Juleka exhales deeply before explaining, "Ever since I was little, every time someone takes a photo of me, something always goes very wrong," recounting the instances where her face was obscured in photos.
"You're mistaken, Juleka; you'll see!" Rose insists.
I rest my hand on her shoulder. "This time will be different, okay?"
"For sure! We'll do everything we can to make sure it goes right this time. Don't forget to smile!" Marinette adds, eliciting a smile from Juleka.
Mr. Vincent arranged the chairs and lights for our class photo. "Okay, time to flash your pearly whites, guys! You kids take a seat on the front bench," he directed Max, Alix, Rose, Marinette, and Mylène. "Quickly, please, I've got sixteen other classes to shoot," he added. They promptly took their seats on the bench.
"Look, Sabrina, they're up front in the baby seats! Go on, rugrats, don't forget to take your thumbs out of your mouths!" Chloé jeered, eliciting a glare from Marinette.
"Well, next row! Let's see... You, you, you, and you, please stand on the back bench," he indicated to Nathaniel, Alya, Sabrina, and Chloé.
"Wait joust one minute!" Chloé interjected, wedging herself between Adrien and me, before placing her hand on his shoulder. "I'm supposed to be in the middle row, right next to Adrien, preferably the center. Look, we're the same size!" she gestured over their heads. Adrien and I stare at her before exchanging a look, a faint smile on our faces.
"Nah," Mr. Vincent dismissed "go stand in the back row, behind the rest."
Chloé stomped over to him angrily "How dare you, put me behind the rest? Do you know who my father is?" she questioned.
