Dream a little dream of me -Miraculous Au

Chapter Ten

I don't know why Gabriel Agreste is smiling. I also don't know anyone else who could smile so sinisterly. Who knows what wicked schemes he's planning.

"Yes, I think this idea could work. Marinette does deserve the spotlight after all, and I do see how this could be positive for Adrien as well." He says casually, as if he's talking to himself.

The whole room is quiet, and Adrien is giving his father a weird look, a look that also wonders what's running through his mind.

He tells everyone's people to get working on it, and soon the room is filled with the tapping of laptop keys and professional chatter. Papers are being exchanged as well as ideas, and I'm just sitting here speechless.

I try to think of all the reasons why he would agree to this and none come to me, except for money. Maybe he's just greedy? Maybe he knows his company isn't what it used to be? Maybe this is his way of giving it over to Adrien? I know I'm reaching a bit, but these are the only theories that make sense.

Seeing all these people working suddenly makes the adrenaline of coming to Adrien's house wear off, and now I'm internally freaking out. A whole line? For two boys the internet thinks I'm in love with? Spreading more rumors and fuelling the fire? This sounds like trouble, but Audrey knows what works and what doesn't. She's famous for building up designers and giving them lasting careers. I should trust her.

"Wait, when is this happening?" I pipe up, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

"It's still going to be on the night of the opening gala, thank goodness that the invitations will work with a new theme." Audrey speaks, waving away someone who just showed her something.

"So I have two weeks to design a new line? Inspired by Luka and Adrien?"

"I know what you're capable of, so don't stress about it. Designers like you come once in a lifetime, Marinette." I'm not taken back by these words as much as the others, because I'm often told this by her.

I think back to my first days in New York with her, not speaking any English, and so homesick that I cried myself to sleep. She wasn't harsh on me and comforted me instead, even giving me an English tutor and weekly shopping sprees. I feel like I'm one of the only people to see her kind side, the motherly side that not even her daughter knows. For five years, she's treated me as her own blood, something I can never truly pay back, but nailing my opening night is a start. It's the least I can do for a woman who gave me everything because she believed in my talent.

"I won't let you down." I reassure her.

The arrangements and kinks are all worked out, all three teams are happy and our work is set. I'm forced to sign some contracts for legal reasons, which are approved by my lawyers. My publicist gives us dates and a run down on what's going to happen on what days. Basically, I go out with the boys and a paparazzi gets contacted about my location, pictures get taken and then I get attacked by their fan girls. Those weren't her exact words but it's what she means.

"It says we start today?" Adrien says, looking at the schedule.

"Yes, that reminds me, Marinette go upstairs and change into this." Audrey hands me a bag filled with clothes. My confusion only gets worse.

I exit the room and walk up the white staircase, taking a moment to look at the same family portrait that's been daunting that wall for years, wanting to give that sad boy stuck in the painting a hug. As I continue down the hall towards Adrien's room, I could almost imagine him longing for a friend to fill this empty house. If Natalie wasn't here, I'm sure he would have had a worse time.

Even though his room has drastically changed, it still  feels constrained, and just as lonely as the boy who lives in it is. The skating ramp and rock wall are gone, leaving the space empty. Most of the furniture has changed but the baby grand piano is the same. I walk over to it and gently hit the keys, even though I know no notes nor melodies.  Maybe Adrien can teach me one day. The whole room is distracting me from getting dressed, but I can't help myself from touching all his belongings.

I gently sit on his bed and unpack the bag. Inside is a black shirt, black joggers, a pair of sneakers, and socks. I begin changing, putting my other clothes in the bag. Once I'm done, I continue browsing the room for a few more minutes. The desk still holds the photograph of his mother, who is beautifully frozen in time. He must miss her so much. I'm not sure what I'd do if I lost my mother at such a young age.

"Marinette." Adrien knocks at the door. He comes in after I tell me to, and he sees me with the frame in my hands. For a second I see a faint smile. "Natalie says I need to give you something."

He walks past me into the other room, and I gently put the frame down. I hear him looking for something and when he comes back, he has a hoodie in his hands.

"Here you go."  He says, giving me the yellow fabric. "She said it's a big part of Audrey's plan."

"Oh, well thank you." I smile at him. "I'm sorry about all this by the way, things weren't supposed to get so out of control."

"No, it's my fault, I should have been more careful."

"I don't blame you though." I say, smiling at him, because his sad face is making me feel guilty.

"Thanks, Marinette." He smiles back, putting his hand on my shoulder. Once again, I'm staring into his green eyes, feeling my knees go weak. "We should probably get downstairs."

"Yeah." I come back to my sense. I quickly slip on his hoodie, which smells like aftershave. I don't let him see me smile, and I quietly follow him out of the room.

Everyone is waiting for me, and Audrey quickly puts my hair in a bun, then messes it up a little. Before she opens the front door, she tells me something.

"Now, don't panic. This is all part of the plan, just don't get aggressive with anyone, and most importantly; run." And then she pushes me back outside, where everything seems calm. That's until I'm outside of the gates, greeted by a flock of paparazzi, flashes blinding me and people shouting my name.

That's when it hits me; I'm wearing Adrien's clothes and leaving his house...

This chapter was a bit longer than the others, but Im not sure if I should make them longer or not. Anyway thanks for nearly 800 reads!