Emma Agreste was going to join her father and mother at another fashion shows in central Paris.
She and her brother Hugo reached their destination and exited the car.
It was evening and they had only one step taken, a huge crowd of reporters hurled towards them like a ravenous pack of dogs.
She never understood that why where they famous?
Ohh... Yeah, because her parents were super celebs, but why they are so interested in their children lives.
It usually annoys the hell out of her. unlike her Hugo was you can say a social butterfly.
He liked to be the center of attention and she was sure that Hugo will soon follow his father's footsteps.
Flashes blinded her vision for a moment and finally, she adjusted to the bright lights of cameras.
The siblings rushed inside the hotel where the summer fashion show was held.
People were chatting with each other and enjoying a good show.
The Agreste siblings took a seat beside their mother.
"Nice show isn't it?" her mom asked smiling.
"Yes, mum it's wonderful." Hugo clapped his hands.
"Yeah, It's great." Marinette smiled at her children.
"You must be happy, Emma," Marinette asked her.
"About what exactly?" Emma questioned.
"Your classmate is going to do his first debut in France on this very show." her mom was amused.
"Who? last time I checked no one was wishing to do modeling." Emma looked puzzled.
At this Hugo rolled his forest green eyes at his elder sister.
"You do know that this very morning Sara was blabbering about flint your classmate right?" Hugo smirked at his sister.
"Oh... right" a storm of thoughts raged in her mind.
"Isn't he the son of Lila Rose?" her mother gaze shifted to the ramp.
"Yes, you know your father is not the person who likes to hold grudges."
'What about you, mother.?' she wanted to ask but she knew it was not the right time to ask such a question.
"Look, Emma." Hugo pointed at something.
Emma looked at the ramp and was caught by the emerald eyes, which were surely staring at her, but once she caught his eyes he smirked and continued walking on-ramp.
Her gaze shifted on his clothes which were designed by her mother.
It was a black tuxedo that complimented his eyes, His usually shaggy hair was gelled back.
"He seems like a nice boy, isn't he?" her mother kept her gaze on the modeling ramp.
"Yeah, maybe." there were some flattering compliments about him in her mind, but she kept them for later. (include sarcasm)
Emma was standing in the hall with her twin friends Sara and Jaden, enjoying good treats.
She heard someone yelling loudly and storming out of the hall but she did not pay any attention to it.
"Nice to see you here Agreste Jr" oh... that annoying voice.
She put a fraudulent smile on her face and shifted to face, mind me very charming looking Flint Joseph.
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The MIRACULOUS Next Generation
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