Chloe is one of my favorite characters in MLB!
(Plez don't kill meh)
Chloe is "The Mayor's Daughter." She is expected to be spoiled and rich with a snobby attitude. And she is just that.
But what if she didn't want to be this way?
She wants actual...
Credit goes to one of my talented Miraculous Artist friend Aleena for taking my request and drawing a complete masterpiece for me!
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Thank you so much Aleena you are such a talented artist!
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Let's get one with the story!
The day ended early, nonetheless, Chloe had a peaceful night of slumber. That was until the following morning.. Bey had told the blonde to check her calendar..
Chloe ran a hand through her hair as her heart sank. Her breath quickens at a rapid pace as her eye orbs grow wide.
"W-What do you mean its Valentines Day?!" She wailed. She took the calendar and threw it across the room. She flopped onto the bed, her loose hair falling in her face. Bey snickered as she landed on her nightstand. "Jeez, what made you against Valentines Day?" Bey raised an "eyebrow" in confusion.
It was in fact the worst holiday that Chloe could conceive. It was about something that was foreign to her. "I hate Valentines Day!" Chloe hissed, hugging her knees she mumbled a few curses.
Bey's "momma mode" was taking the wheel. She placed a "hand" on Chloe's arm.
"Chloe V-Day can't be that bad!" Bey giggled. "Besides, we can pig out on chocolate!!" She licked her lips, her eyes turning into shapes of stars. Chloe couldn't help but laugh. She then gave a look of regret, then replaced with a confident glare, she pushed herself out of bed still in her yellow nightdress giving her the smallest hug ever.
"Okay Bey.. I hope your right." Chloe glanced at the kwami.
After a quick shower, Chloe rushed to her enormous closet. A strong scent of perfume ran through the air. She shifted through the array of chlothing; here she found a pink jacket with a black outline. It was soft on the inside, which made the coat feel like a soft pillow. She also grabbed some light pink flats, matching with her black shirt. Instead of her white sunglasses, she picked a red hearted rhinestoned headband! She let her golden hair fall free to the back of her.. Back and took a quick glimpse at the mirror, racing against the clock, she grabbed the nearest pink Chiffon puse she could grab and dashed out the door.
