Miraculous One-shots

Trouvaille (Ladynoir)

•Ballroom AU•

Trouvaille: a French word meaning "a chance encounter with something wonderful"

Every year, the Diamond Ball was held for all of the royals and politicians in Parisia. Only wealthy people attended, and there was not a single unprivileged soul in the room.

The ballroom was extravagantly decorated. Lovely fairy lights draped the walls, their twinkling reflecting onto the white marble floor. Long banquet tables were laden with lavish food. A bar was set up, serving any drink imagineable.

People milled around the center, chatting mindlessly and dancing to the orchestra music. The orchestra in the corner of the ballroom consisted of a pianist, some violin players, and a few woodwind instruments. The scene was quite lively.

Lady Bug stood alone. She was off to the side by the drinks, afraid of interacting with others- she was not one to mingle.

Although her duties called her to speak with people, she was not fond of it. The poor girl felt awkward in social situations.

Thus far, she had been avoiding eye contact with anyone, for fear they would come over to her, which could initiate a conversation. How dreadful that would be.

The girl had her hands clasped, and she was pondering why she even came. If only her parents had not required her to attend... Alas, going to balls was part of her duty as a lady.

Her parents were the duke and duchess of Bakersboro, a small province of the great kingdom of Parisia. Duke Thomas and Duchess Sabine were reknowned for their kindness and their elegant gatherings with the most divine food.

Lady Bug was merely the girl's nickname; her real name was Marinette, but very few knew that secret. For the sake of her privacy, she kept her real name hidden from most.

The midnight-haired lady of Bakersboro had on a flowing rose-red dress. Fixed on her abdomen was a silky black bow. For the occasion, she had tied her hair up in an intricate bun with braids woven throughout. Since she was at a masquerade ball, she wore a black mask to complement her bow.

As she focused on not making eye contact, she had not noticed the boy who had walked up to her.

"Hello," he greeted, startling her out of her stupor.

Lady Bug looked up at the boy. He had a black mask as well and was handsomely dressed in a black suit with a lovely green tie. "Oh! Uh, hi." Her plan to avoid people had been ruined...

"Why is a lovely lady like you standing over here alone?" he inquired.

Mistakingly, she made eye contact. What she saw was brilliant emerald eyes; she had dug herself a hole for sure.

"I don't dance," she replied, rolling her eyes at his unspoken question.

"No need to be hostile. I would just like one dance." His eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Is there a catch?" This guy seemed suspicious.

He seemed to think for a moment before saying, "No catch. I just want to dance. I'm alone too."

"For your information, I'm not 'alone.' I chose to be over here without anyone."

"Being alone is not defined by the choice to be alone. You're alone whether you want to be or not. So, will you dance with me?" he bowed dramatically and offered his hand.

Lady Bug did not hesitate for a second, "No, I'm fine."

The blond blinked. No one had rejected him before. How could she have refused him so quickly?