The Wedding Planner

Chapter 6

"You've reviewed the proposals, correct?"

The voice of a level headed business woman breaks Adrien from his day daydream. He clears his throat and straightens some papers on his desk, glad that it's just a conference call over speaker phone. "Yes, I have. We are going to be moving forward on production with slates one through four and number seven."

"Great. That will get put in right away." A male voice responds.

"I believe that was the last item on the agenda?" The woman confirms.

"Correct." Adrien answers, "Good talk, everyone. Shoot me an email if anything comes up and we'll talk wednesday." He recites before everyone signs off, ending the call.

He pushes out from his seat and stretches, glad to have finally finished the two hour long meeting.

He sighs and heads to the living room where Chloe is on her phone. "Hey, Chlo, do you want to have lunch now? I just finished my call."

She finishes texting and looks up at him, "Of course, Adrikins! I'll tell Raphael that we'll be at his place in 30 minutes."

"L'Arcane? Isn't that a bit fancy for just lunch?" He sits on the arm of the couch opposite her.

She scoffs, "Fancy? I wouldn't have us step into a restaurant that was any less accredited. You were just at that diner with your friends, haven't you had enough of that slop yet?" She presses a button on her phone, "Marie? Call Raphael and tell him that we'll be needing a table in 30, no, make it 40." She hangs up and walks over to Adrien, letting her arms drape around his shoulders. "I'm going to get freshened up. You should do the same," she kisses briefly before heading upstairs.

He splashes some water on his face in the downstairs restroom before returning to his office to wait for her return. He stares out the front windows overlooking the gates to the property. Absentmindedly, he turns his phone in his hand, flipping it over against his palm. "It's fine." He whispers to himself, pulling up Marinette's contact in his text messages.

'Hey'

'I couldn't stop thinking about you this morning'

'How's your wrist?' Send.

15 minutes pass, during which his hands start to get clammy. Until finally: 'It's totally fine, don't worry. Not even any bruising'

He quickly types, 'I'm still sorry about how things ended yesterday' Send.

'Well everything up until that officer showing up was fun. Including lunch with Alya and Nino! So i think that stuff overshadows the one jerk :P'

He exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. 'Haha i'm glad. I'll still make it up to you'

A few minutes pass before his phone dings again: 'That's not necessary. Really.'

He smirks to himself, 'It is. Really'

"Adrikins!" She knocks on his open office door, "The driver's ready, lets go."

~

It's nearing three o'clock when there's a knock at Marinette's office door. She inhales sharply when she sees a familiar blond peeking in. "Sorry, Margie said I could let myself in." He smirks, still waiting for confirmation to come in.

She clearly wants to be annoyed but can't bring herself to commit. She nods, signaling him to come in. He does so, closing the door behind him, holding a small pastry box.

"I'm at working, Adrien, so you better be here because you have concerns regarding your wedding." She warns, raising an eyebrow as he sits down.

"Uh, yeah, of course." He sets the small white box on her desk, "And I just so happen to have this cake with me to thank you for meeting with me without an appointment...and for yesterday."