It Wasn't Pere

I Want To Find Out

I woke up with a start when Nathalie shook me awake. "What? What?" I asked as tried to push her away. 

"Adrien. You have a big day ahead of you. First off, after school you have a photo shoot. Then, you have an interview at Paris No.1 Radio Station. And then you have a dinner at Mayor Bourgeois' hotel. You will be accompanied by your father during the dinner. Chloe Bourgeois will be there as well." She said. 

The second I heard Chloe was going to be there, I groaned and lost the will to get out of bed. "Can't you just say I'm sick or something?" I asked.

"No, Adrien. If you do this all today, you'll have the rest of the week off. But if you don't, you'll have to deal with twelve interviews during the week as a punishment from your father. I personally suggest that you get this over with today so that you don't have anything else during the week. Although you still have your piano and fencing lessons." She stated. 

I knew she was right so I mumbled a "Five more minutes, please. . ." and she left. I got out of bed and Plagg was on my shoulder in an instant. "Wow, kid. You sure do have a rough life. Anyway, where's the camembert?" He asked. 

I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair and then left the bathroom. I put on a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt and then a coat. I was starting to get chilly since it was somewhere in the beginning of autumn. 

I left the room, fully prepared for what my day was going to be like today: boring, exhausting and lonely.  

I saw Nathalie behind her desk, typing away, as I made my way to the dining hall. A servant walked over to me with my breakfast in his hand that was above his head.

He put the plate in front of me with a metal lid. He took off the lid and there sat a French Breakfast. A croissant and a cup of milk. Oh, I shouldn't forget the salad that my father constantly tells me to not forget. 

I began my meal.

After finishing my meal, I got up and went to the kitchen where we had all the cheese. "Camembert. . . Camembert. . ." Mumbled Plagg as he flew around the cheese fridge. Yes, we have a special fridge for cheese. "Ooh! I smell it!" Exclaimed Plagg. He flew deeper inside and I heard him munching on something. "Jeez, Plagg! Hurry up. I'm going to be late for school!" I said and began walking out of the kitchen. "Wait for me!" Said Plagg with a stuffed mouth.

"You don't have to eat that cheese." I said. "Well, if I don't eat it, then I cant transform you in case of an akuma attack. I always have to be full just in case." He smirked. Is that where I get my "cocky" side from, as Ladybug calls it? Plagg seriously has an effect on my Chat Noir persona.

I got into the car, when I saw Nathalie run over to the car in her high heels with my blue scarf that father had gotten me. "Oh, thanks! This is needed!" I smiled at her.  "No problem." He said as Gorilla began driving away. We exited the gate from my house and I sighed of relief. Just a few hours where I'm not under the surveillance of my father. 

The partition was pulled up and I had some privacy. "So. . ." began Plagg. "So. . ." I mimicked. "Well this is awkward. I'm just going to sleep in your coat." Mumbled Plagg as he flew back in. I didn't feel like sitting there and doing nothing, so I began fiddling with my blue scarf subconsciously. As I fiddled around with it, I noticed a golden sewn on letter. I brought it up closer to my face and the letter was: M

"What the heck?" I said out loud. This wasn't my father's initials. Neither was this the initials of any other big brand. No other shop had a line like this. At least. . . I don't recall. "What does M mean?" I asked myself. Plagg flew out and saw it too. "Oh cool." He stated casually and flew back in. 

I couldn't help but think about this letter. What fashion designer could possibly have the letter M in their name? This is something I want to find out!