The Miraculous Masquerade

𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤

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also, I'm deleting all of the chapter pictures, those are taking up my time and aren't that nice anyways.

Adrien couldn't help but occasionally flip out his wrist, checking the seconds tick by. He straightened the green vest tight around his abdomen, then stretched down a flat black tie sitting against his chest.

He was beyond irritated.

The continuous tapping of his own dark leather shoes echoed through the delicate floors of his home. Adrien played with his shirt cuffs, though careful not to ruffle anything.

"Monsieur Agreste. Please, stop fidgeting." His hair stylist, Pamela, commanded in a thick Italian accent. She apparently had flown from Italy just to gel and shine his hair for one night. Way to overdo, he thought glumly, knowing it was obviously his fathers doing. Of course his image in front of the public would be the number one priority.

None of this truly bothered him, it would be nice to blow away Marinette with his appearance, but the fact that the Masquerade started in one hour got his nerves flying to cloud nine, leaving his agitated body stuck to the ground.

Pamela clacked her sharp heels on the floor in stomping formation. "Stop! Monsieur. Your hair does not shine enough. Simply unacceptable."

Adrien had originally decided on arriving at the ball earlier to search for Marinette. It was a public occasion, so it would be impossible to locate her once everyone filed in. He also had to include the fact that she wouldn't look a thing like him, they haven't spoken since Christmas, but he always had other sources.

His one motive was to find her, after all.

"Done!" Pamela declared with pride, snapping at the makeup artist to hurry up afterwards. Some weird powder was pampered all over his face, and despite being a man, he didn't hate makeup. He got used to it and learnt that it really did make him look better. Not that he wasn't already gorgeous.

His father expected the most out of him, perfections and imperfections, they had to be the best. Maybe that was why he was such an asshole.

If only his mother could see him now.

His modeling career provided enough practice for him to withstand the process and time of getting his face painted, even it was to impress a girl. He hoped that Marinette would be wooed when she saw him.

As more chemicals were being flown to his cheeks, a piercing knock was heard from the door to his bathroom. The other lady doing his makeup scurried outside.

"Come in." Adrien replied, not removing his eyesight from the mirror. He was quite prideful, mentally proving Marinette's insults about him true. 

His blonde hair spiked into neat directions, orderly pointing upwards and downwards. They almost brightened under the lights above, a golden glint laced upon it.

His tuxedo fabric was black as night, with a strikingly green flap hanging on the bottom of it. Certain areas were lined the lime grass color to contrast to the black, including his pockets. His cuffs and tie have an icon of a glowing green paw sewn onto it.

"Mr. Agreste? I've come to deliver your mask for the Masquerade." Nathalie stated curtly, slamming a case down on the table. It was the size of something along the lines of a chocolate box.

He filed his fingers across the felt fabric, actually excited to open the box and jump with glee. When he lifted his gaze, he found Nathalie still standing there, her hands shoved behind her.

Adrien wasn't permitted to show excitement. Or feelings, for that matter.

Setting it on the table, he kept a straight face pulled out a phone, pretending to be bored and occupied. Nathalie soon saw this and backed out of the room with a sharp turn.

A sigh escaped his lips, then formed into a bright realistic smile. It was the smile that almost no one could see.

When he removed the top of the casing, Adrien was astonished on how delicate it was. It was a black leather mask that covered his nose up. Two pointed cat ears sprouted from the ends of the mask. The holes for the eyes seemed exactly his eye shape, and the tip looked like it would perfectly tower his nose.

Adrien carefully placed his fingers around it, lifting it to his face. The mask matched perfectly on every curve and edge. It was like the piece of fashion was made for him.

At the corner of his vision lay a beige card, implying that the ears on his head were removable, and could be reattached to different areas of his hair. He also found it funny that he could see perfectly clear through the mask.

He gradually stepped outside, keeping composure while shaking out his watch again.

"Nine forty five?" Adrien frowned. He had fifteen minutes to get to the ball. Did it take forty five minutes to just get his hair, makeup, and endless gawking at the mirror?

He hurriedly padded his way down the large staircase, praying that whatever happened, he wouldn't be late.

As soon as he pushed the large and heavy door open, Adrien sped to the Limousine, momentarily forgetting about how polished his suit was. His perfectionist self had to check if the suit was crinkled or not by his running.

He threw himself in, breathing slight gasps of air as the vehicle sped through the night of Paris. His shoulders relaxed for a moment, until a sudden jolt pushed him back into the seat.

Traffic.

A frustrated groan rose from his throat, as the sweat on his forehead dampened, forming beads down his face. It was precisely Nine Fifty Two, Adrien had less than eight minutes to get to the ball. He knew that step one was failed, as he couldn't search for Marinette by being late. At this point was how late he would be, that was what he was concerned about

The Masquerade Ball was located at the Bourgeois Hotel, approximately two miles away from his home. That meant a possible fifteen minutes till he could arrive on time.

That meant fifteen minutes of planning. Planning to make a grand entrance. Planning to impress his girl.

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Just a note that if you are a rereader, this story might take a different turn as I wrote this when season 2 of the show wasn't even out yet. Hope you still enjoy this though!