the form (adrinette au)

Day 01 » Small Talk

[ marinette ]

Last night was just full of squeals and shrieks and fangirling with no other than Alya.

My parents knew about my adoration - no, wait, scratch that. I meant obsession - for Adrien. They agreed, anyway. So, now, I was waiting for the limousine to pick me up from the bakery, and I had been bouncing my knee up and down like crazy.

Of course, I was nervous. I was going to meet someone I was completely crazy for, but I haven't met them once in my life. I've heard his voice in interviews - and, by God, I swear that he's a walking angel - so, I could probably memorize some of his mannerisms, like the way he swings his head to his right when his hair gets in his eyes, or when he fiddles with his fingers when he's talking. From the points of view from a few of my friends who saw him at least once, they said that Adrien looked and talked and acted way better in person. I was determined to see that myself.

From the glass on the door of the bakery, I see a limo pull up, and a redhead walking out of it. She enters the bakery and walks up to Mama, who was at the counter. "Does Marinette Dupain-Cheng live here?"

"Uh, yeah!", I say - quite nervously, might I add - before I say, "Right here!"

"Follow me, Marinette.", she smiles down at me and takes my wrist softly. I bid goodbye to my parents, my luggage bag in tow, as I get to the limo.

The woman closes the door behind me, and the driver drives off.

"So, as mentioned, you have won 14 days with Adrien Agreste. I'm Chéyenne, by the way, I'm his modelling manager.", she smiles at me warmly, "Do you have any questions before we get there? To the house you'll be living in, I mean."

"Uh, can you elaborate on what's gonna happen in these fourteen days?", I ask her out of curiosity.

"Well, you have Adrien Agreste all to yourself for fourteen days. You'll be living in a mansion on the outskirts of Paris, and there'll be different agendas for some days - like, you'll go to the Catacombs, or the Louvre, or the Seine, depending on the schedule. Some days, you two just spend your time with each other, alone, in the mansion, with no security cameras around to video whatever you two are doing.", at that last statement, she gives me a cheeky wink before continuing, "There's a personal chef that only comes at six in the morning, eleven in the morning, and six in the evening to cook your meals. There are maids that go to the mansion, occasionally, to clean up things. They probably go with the chef at six in the morning. Anyway, that's all I can remember. Any other questions?"

"Um... Will it be just the two of us, alone, in that said mansion?", I ask nervously, squirming in my seat. I was uncomfortable. I barely even knew the guy personally! But then again, he's the love of my life. And then, maybe he's not bad at all? I mean, Nino describes him to be great. Ah, well.

"Yes.", Chéyenne winks cheekily, again. What is with this woman and her imagination?

The limo stops after a few minutes, and we arrive at the mansion. Chéyenne opens the door and we both step out.

"Wow.", was all I could say, looking at the mansion right in front of me. They really made an effort to rent a mansion just for this competition?