Made For Each Other [On Hold]

Chapter 7 - Marinette

"Are you going to come out of your room anytime soon?" Alya poked her head around my door, an exasperated look on her face.

Her exasperation quickly turned amusement when she saw me cutting up a pile of Lila model cutouts. "Ah, so that's why you've been so quiet lately."

"No one plans murder out loud," we said simultaneously, grinning at each other.

"I'm just cutting up her face - nothing illegal about that, right?" I tilted my head innocently.

She leaned against the door frame and shook her head thoughtfully. "Not if you don't get caught."

I laughed. "This is why your my best friend - anyone else would hand me to the police."

She frowned. "Nah uh. I'm your best friend because I've already picked out our rooms in the nearest mental hospital."

I grinned once more before turning back to the stack of brutalised images and sighed. "How long do you have those rooms because I think I'm certifiable?"

"Indefinitely," she jumped onto my bed. "So, what has my certifiable best friend done now? Helped her love rival pick out a wedding dress? Or did you go with the whole wedding planner idea?"

I glared at her. "And that is why I hate you sometimes."

She raises an eyebrow. "Because I know you so well?"

"Something like that," I growled before conceding. "I booked us a table at Le Cinq."

"You did WHAT?!" I winced even though I had seen it coming. "The food there costs more than our rent! What were you thinking?!"

I sighed and pushed the cutouts around on my desk. "That we would be able to watch Adrien and Lila on their date."

Alya let out a massive groan into my headboard of pillows.

"Our reservation's at 8," my voice felt small even to me.

Her groaning stopped and she leaped off my bed.

"Where are you going?"

"The psychiatrist asked for a reason for admission and now I'm going to have to add obsessive stalking to our résumés," she huffed out of my room. "You'd better get ready for dinner then, since it's in two hours."

I leaped out of my chair and bolted to my wardrobe. What in the world am I supposed to wear? What do wear when you're going out to a fancy restaurant to spy on the guy you like have a fancy dinner with the girl he likes? There really isn't a handbook for this kind of thing.

"I knew you'd be hopeless," Alya walked back in shaking her head. "Well, since we're going upmarket we need to dress for the occasion."

She held up a gorgeous dark red dress and an even more gorgeous black knee length dress covered in black lace.

"That one!" there was no choice - definitely the black.

She nodded approvingly. "That's my girl. Since we're going to the same restaurant as them - we might even bump into them (accidentally of course) - so you have to look your best to catch his eye."

I nodded. "Right."

"So let's get you ready!"

***

I turned my head in the mirror. Where did she come from?

My hair hung below my shoulders, in slight rings that bounced when I moved, and as the small specks of glitter along my cheeks and temples caught the light, my eyes seemed to sparkle.

Alya smirked behind me. "And that is how you get ready for stalking the guy you like on a date with a demon."

"Don't be mean to demons," I replied absentmindedly before turning around. "But what about you? You're nowhere near ready and we're leaving in twenty minutes!"

She clapped her hand. "Eh. I can get ready in ten. Choose your shoes and meet me by the door."

I raised an eyebrow but she was already out the door. I shook my head and admired myself in the mirror once more before turning to my cupboard.

I had a pitiful number of shoes - especially for a fashion designer. I contemplated my choice between a total of ten shoes. Two didn't go with my dress, four would have only suited a beach, one was what I nearly always wore to work, and one...well...ugg boots were only really suitable for home. That left two shoes to choose from: a pair of black death traps, and a pair of small red heels.

Hmmm. Which to choose. Something that will both kill and humiliate me, or something that looks cute and might give me a little height? What a conundrum. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the obvious choice.

I stepped over to my dresser where my favourite red and black earrings lay. I never went out of the house without them.

Sauntering over to the door, I felt a smile warm my face. I might not look like a dazzling model but I did look good.

I glanced at the mirror by the door and felt my heart squeeze in anticipation. In this dress, these shoes, these earrings, I felt like I could do anything, like I could save the world, or even show the guy I really liked that I was worth more than a single glance.

"Well, my little ladybug, shall we go?"

I spun around to see Alya sashay out of her room in an orange and white dress that showed off her legs. She wore white heels that seemed like stilts and her hair slipped down her back.

"Foxy," I laughed. "Has Nino seen you in that?"

"He drools every time I wear it!" she looped her arm through mine. "Now let's go and catch you your crush."