It Wasn't Pere

Contract To Milan

We woke up because my phone rang.

It was my... Dad!

I picked the call as Marinette crawled off of me, blushing.

She was whispering apologies.

I smiled at her and told her it's okay.

Then my dad started talking.

"Hello, Adrien. I know you're enjoying your time at your friend's house but I'm getting judged by the press and paparazzi."

"And?" I asked.

"I need you, here. In Milan."

"Dad. What? I don't want to go. I'm perfectly fine here."

"No, Adrien. You must come. End of story."

And then he hung up.

I sat there. I just sat there and I knew there was no convincing him.

Plus, who'd Ladybug fight with? My dad would be there a other six days. And sometimes, he delays his trip when his fashion show becomes successful. He gets invited to a whole load of parties and many sponsors want to help him and he gets publicity.

I don't understand why Marinette wants to become a fashion designer. She might turn into him.

Most of the designers I've met are just like him.

Very snobby.

"Adrien, what's wrong?" Asked Marinette.

"Uh... Marinette," I sighed. "My father said I must go to Milan..." I said.

"Oh..." She looked down.

Then I received another call.

It was from Nathalie.

I picked up the call and with a gloomy voice said, "Hello."

"Adrien, I talked about your dad's decision with him. He said it would be okay to take your friend to the upcoming events in Milan. He said he will allow you to make a choice. You have to decide whether your friend would be able to have appropriate behaviour in front of the high ranking designers. Also, her parents must also sign a few papers that are already sent to your email. Print them and tell her parents to sign them. Your plane will be here in a couple of hours. 8 hours." Said Nathalie.

" Wait. Wait. Wait. What? "I asked.

"Your jet is coming in a couple of hours. You'll board it in a couple of hours with or without your friend. You two might want to ask her parents right now because the packing and signing, etc." She said.

"Okay. Got it. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Nathalie!" I said with genuine gratitude.

She then said goodbye and hung up.

"Marinette. We've got to tell your parents. You're coming with me to Milan." I said in a hurry.

"Woah! Woah! Milan? As in... Italy?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes. Now we must ask your parents." I said and pulled her out the door.

We both ran to the Bakery and I came up to her mom.

"Umm... Excuse me... Mrs. Sabine but uh... My father said I must travel and gave me permission to take Marinette with me to Italy." I said.

"Oh, we can't afford that sort of money. I'm sorry, Adrien."Said Mrs. Sabine.

"My father has it covered! The hotel. The restaurants. The show tickets. She'll even ride on the private jet." I smiled.

"Mama, please?" popped out Marinette from behind the door.

"But you're ill!" Said Tom, butting in.

"I'm feeling a bit better after having the nap." She smiled.

"Oh, fine... What do we have to sign?" Asked Tom.

"It's good you asked..." I began. "Marinette, hand me the papers please." I said.

I gave them both the papers that Marinette printed out while I was talking to them earlier.

Dear Mr. And Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.

We invite your daughter to participate in the upcoming fashion events in Milan, Italy.

All of the expenses will be covered by Mr. Gabriel Agreste.

Any accidents will be the responsibility of Mr. Gabriel Agreste.

Mr. Gabriel Agreste also requests Marinette Dupain-Cheng to actively participate during the fashion show.

Thank you.

Sign here for permission:

                       

Oh, my goodness!

Yes!

Tom and Mrs. Sabine signed it.

"Okay fine. Good luck, you two." Said Mrs. Sabine.

"Thank you mama, papa!" Smiled Marinette and kissed their cheeks.

We both ran up stairs and she packed her things.

She also packed her sketch book.

Then, I ordered an Uber and we got into the Uber.

I went home and packed my things.

Then I ordered another Uber to the Airport and we headed there.