My Wish

Chapter 7

A/N: I think this one is a bit sexual, like, I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE IT THIS WAY, BUT I DIDNT SEE ANOTHER WAY AND I LIKED THIS WAY. dun kill me 

Chapter seven

Nathalie was a disciplined woman, one who held herself with a strict posture and a conduct of authority that has told many who faced her not to mess with her.

In few words, she did not have many friends because of her behaviour.

Nathalie gripped the chair, her knuckles turning white with the strain. She willed herself to be emotionless, and stop the tears that were threatening to spill.

Times like this, she wished she could have been another person.

A person who was carefree, a happy girl. Someone who would have many friends, and spend many of her days with friends, playing pranks and having laughs, instead of staying cooped up in her books.

Not for the first time, Nathalie wished she was someone else entirely.

Someone... who did not grow up too fast, or mature much too quickly before her years.

But if she had never been herself, she would never have met him. And would never have the position as Gabriel Agreste's secretary.

Nathalie steeled herself. Her grip on the chair had loosened, and her eyes were just damp. She sniffed, a grabbed a tissue.

It was true, that she wished she had a different life, one filled with a joyous childhood, but she would never give Gabriel up for anything.

Not when she has devoted the better part of her life to his service.

Nathalie pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Finally, when Gabriel has accomplished his goal, she would not abandon him.

After all, she was his most loyal servant, and she would be contented to see him have his happiness, even though she knew she would never find her own easily.

***

No one was happy. No one could be. Ladybug and Chat Noir were no where to be seen. Even though Paris has reverted back to its bustling self, no one was relaxed.

Everyone was wary. Everyone was careful.

It was as if, the front of Paris, was a façade. One that told others that they were a happy, normal city.

But if you could peel off the layers, and observe carefully, there was paranoia in the citizens eyes that wasn't there before.

A hesitancy, and a careful smile. Something could show, if you see

carefully, that the city was broken, without Ladybug.

And that was why she needed to act fast.

The thing was, where was she, when Paris needed her most?

***

Pollen was cute and all, but she wasn't contributing to anything. It wasn't that Alya hated the kwamii, it was just that she kept making outrageous demands.

"Ooh, I think, that we should all dress up as bees! Then we can be the bee squad!" The kwamii's eyes glinted with excitement.

"No!" Alya and Nino said at the same time Chloé went, "Yes!"

The trio glared angrily at each other.

Alya rubbed her Temples. It was after school, and they were in the near-by park, planning together. They didn't have to worry about anyone chancing upon them with Pollen, as the citizens were all scared to be in the direct open where Hawkmoth could Attack.