Adrien, Prince of France, and Marinette, Princess of China, are being forced to marry. The two royals eventually fall in love and begin to learn about each others previous crushes. Adrien then becomes suspicious with Luka and Nathaniel, thinking tha...
"No! She's getting married in France, so she'll go to La Robe!"
"Mama, papa, I want to go to Il vestito. It's an Italian Dress shoppe, and it's here in France! Plus, it's my wedding. I get to decide weather or not I go to a Chinese shoppe, or French shoppe." Mama and papa were fighting over where I should get my wedding gown. Papa wants me to get it from a Chinese Dress tailor, and mama wants me to get it from a French Dress tailor. No one even asked where I wanted to go, so I told them.
"Marinette, what have I said about not speaking unless spoken to?"
"Papa, it's 2020. Not 1891. Women are allowed to be heard even when not spoken to. We are not objects!"
"Go with Tikki. You're going to be going to taste cakes and do your wedding planning with the prince today." Papa announced.
"For the last time, he would prefer if you address him as Adrien even if Adrien isn't here."
"Go. Now." He sounded threatening, so I went to the foyer to wait for Tikki.
"Tikki, why can't I take my own car?"
"You can, but your father wants me to be there too, just in case Adrien tries anything."
"Like what?"
"Well, like kissing you. You know you are not allowed to kiss your future spouse until you are married to them."
"Humph."
Tikki and I walk out to my white and gold Lamborghini.
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"Hey there, Macron!" Adrien says, stepping out of his car.
"Wow. Sweet ride!"
"Thanks! Uh, Adrien, this is Tikki. She's the one who let you in the first date we had!"
"Yeah. I remember you. Nice hair, by the way."
"Thanks! How has Plagg been?" Tikki asks.
"Good. He, uh, wait. How do you know Plagg?"
"He asked me out a few times in high school. If you ask him who I am, He'll probably say 'Oh, Sugarcube? Yeah. We were old pals. See each other in the market sometimes.' Is he still addicted to Camembert cheese?"
"Yeah. It's really cool that you two know each other."
"Yeah."
"Hey, uh, should we probably head inside? Those cakes aren't gonna taste themselves!" I chirp happily.
"Yeah. Let's go, Macron." I hear Tikki giggle and I look behind me. She seems to think it cute that he's using my family name. Ever since I was little, I've loved macrons. They are my favorite pastry in all the world!
