The Miraculous Masquerade

𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 : 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝

A/N : oh hey guys. 

look at me binge updating the week before finals teehee

this chapter contains changes

Adrien swallowed down a cough as he trotted down the white marble steps. Since his family was among the upper classed, he had to walk down the "Rich people isle," which literally was just a huge staircase. Perhaps the floor he currently trotted on was a historical Parisian artifact. So what.

His dress leather shoes slapped against the cold stone, while many others were ogling at him, he was looking amongst the crowd for Marinette. He pictured what she would be wearing and how her face would look with a mask layered over it.

Adrien brushed his eyes through the sea of people, searching for a midnight shade of hair.
Would she even be here tonight? 

He suddenly had a wave of uncertainty stab into his chest. What if she had decided not to attend the ball at all? He also realized that the current area he was in would be accessible to people like her.

No, he assured himself, I have to stay positive. 

His usually arrogant and confident demeanor was gradually being drained from him. Adrien didn't understand this new feeling. He'd always felt some sort of coldness towards girls and tried to distance himself from them, they were a constant reminder of his mother. 

Every one of them screamed heartbreak, Adrien didn't even bother perusing them, not like there was any interest in the first place.

Though of course, his companion Chloe screamed a whole different level of breaking.

Glass breaking.

As Adrien plastered his last smile at the paparazzi, he began his search again.

What would she look like?

What would she wear?

Adrien tried his best to picture Marinette, but having absolutely no clue what she would dress as, he silently cursed for not asking for her number the night he met her. He suddenly questioned every interaction he's had with a girl.

Who would she match with?

Adrien snorted in annoyance, realizing she might be attending with a date.

A date.

"Adrikins!" As if on cue, a head of blonde rammed through the sea of people, breaking him from his daydream. Or night-dream, if he was speaking literally.

A grimace of distaste was visible as she ripped off her mask and started pecking her lips up his jaw.

"Chloe? You're supposed to keep that on." Adrien gritted, trying his best not to wipe his face of her saliva.

Chloe dropped the expensive looking lace mask to the ground and gave it a hard stomp.

"No one even cares anymore, the masks are just for the boring stuff." She flipped her glittering hair, the gelled blonde strands batting at his face. "Besides, this way people know you're with me."