Accident of the Evening

Secrets of the Scarlet Lady

Mondays and Tuesdays were always dull for Adrien. He was always strictly scheduled practically from the minute he woke till the moment he had dinner and then he was alone until the next day. I really never left him time for a social life, and he never really minded.

Until now.

The day played through his head as he sat at his computer, idly clicking away on ebay, waiting for an item he had bid on to sell.

Sitting with Marinette, Alya and Nino at lunch today had sparked something in him. Something new. Something exciting.

Something akin to what he had felt at Marinette's house the day before.

Vibrating on his desk made him jump slightly but he recovered and answered his phone swiftly.

"Good evening Nathalie." Adrien replied, imaging the tall thin woman at the Agreste estate in Milan

"There has been a change to your schedule today that I am about to update on the planners. You will be required to attend a dance lesson at the university tomorrow at midday. Your father expects you to go and learn the Viennese Waltz."

"Of course he does," Adrien mumbled into his hand which was pressed against his face. "Alright. Is that everything?"

"Yes. Goodbye Adrien."

Sometimes it was hard to believe that woman was even human, Adrien thought to himself. Adrien sighed and tossed his phone back onto the desk as Plagg climbed up on his lap and pawed at his thigh.

Adrien began scratching his cat as he continued to scroll through eBay and before he knew it, he was looking up all sorts of collectibles. It wasn't until he scrolled past an antique tea set that he remembered his promise to Marinette.

Adrien began typing away, clicking window after window until he found what he was looking for – the antique teapot with the Chinese detailing. This one was slightly rarer than the one Marinette had, it had the original bamboo handle still attached and would cost him at least half of his savings, but he had made a promise to a friend, knowing the cost.

A few emails later and Adrien was pay-palling his money to a man in Italy who promise expressed shipping in the most protectively wrapped package possible. Adrien sighed internally when it was done, relief oozed from him but also a small nagging sensation for when his father saw that money missing. He only had six months until he was twenty-one, but he couldn't hide such a hefty withdrawal for that long.

Adrien sighed and just shrugged it off, he would deal with it when the time came. For now, he had to organise himself for tomorrow. Adrien got up and collected his fencing under clothes, knowing the tights and shirt would work well enough for dance class, even if it was Ballroom and not ballet.

Adrien picked up his phone as a text vibrated and woke Plagg from his place between Adrien's computer screens. The cat sleepily blinked at him before turning its head away.

Nino-: dont 4gt to bring drinks 4 lunch 2moro. C U thn bro

"Ah crap," Adrien sighed.

Can't do tomorrow. Sorry man. Last minute schedule changes.

Nino-: tht sux. guess famous guys dont evn get a break

Guess not. I'll be floating round though. Will see you then.

Adrien sighed as he threw his phone onto his bed as he shuffled through his music on his computer.

If he told Nino what he was doing, he would not hear the end of it. Ever. At least he could dance with the professor for an hour or two, brush up on his moves and then call it a day. All he knew he had to do was get his suit fitted for the weekend and Nathalie had probably scheduled that in ahead.