Found in Twilight: A Miraculous Match

The Break-up

Alya and Marinette sat on the bed in Alya's room looking at several pictures of bouquets. They were supposed to be packing, but had gotten distracted by the new bridal magazine Marinette had picked up on her way over.

"I don't understand why you like him!" Alya complained, standing up from the bed to look at the mirror. "I think I like the cascading style," she commented, trying to imagine holding a bouquet.

"With orange tiger lilies!" Marinette exclaimed, pointing to a picture in the open magazine on the bed.

"Yes!" Alya giggled. "And Nino and Adrien can have matching boutonnieres."

Marinette looked up at the ceiling. Adrien was going to be at the wedding? Anxiety instantly flared in her chest. How was she going to walk down the aisle with Adrien there? It was already going to be hard enough, but now it would be more difficult to keep steady when she saw him. How was she going to handle handing the microphone to him after her maid of honor speech? Or holding his arm during the reception? She thought they weren't meant to be together, that was made painfully obvious after Adrien stood her up at the train station. But when she wasn't paying attention, Marinette's heart betrayed her. Marinette's anxious rumination was interrupted by Alya.

"I wonder if there are orange lotus flowers we could get..." Alya snickered, thinking of Marinette's high school schemes. She looked over at Marinette whose eyes were still wide with apprehension. "Oh." Alya facepalmed.

"Wow..." Marinette whispered, leaning back on Alya's bed.

Alya stood awkwardly, "I thought Nino had told you already..."

Marinette blinked several times. Of course Nino had picked Adrien to be his best man. She could do this. She had already spoken to Adrien since his return with little to no bumbling. Twice, if you count the Ladybug visit. Bennett was going to throw a fit watching Adrien and Marinette walk together during the wedding recession and he was going to be mad when he found out Alya wasn't going to let him in any of the wedding photos. Additionally, Marinette still hadn't told him about the meeting with Nathalie and Adrien. It was always better to give bad news to Bennett in small doses, so Marinette could diffuse his response.

"You never answered my question." Alya edged.

"No, orange lotus flowers don't exist, but maybe we can get some sort of painted ones or red ones that look orange. It might get pricey though, what is the flower budget again?" Marinette replied rolling on her side so she could look at Alya. "Did you decide on a veil length?"

"Chapel." Alya remarked, rolling her eyes at Marinette. "Why are you still with Bennett, anyway? Your support of Ladybug and Chat Noir is such a deep, long-lasting part of you. If he doesn't agree, how can you make it work?"

"Americans do it all the time." She replied with a quick shrug.

Alya blinked several times, "What are you talking about?"

"I read this article about how Americans marry people who support opposing sports teams and they still have long-lasting marriages. You know how seriously Americans take their sports, you saw it first hand over there." Marinette's arms flailed as she spoke, pretending to throw a ball of some sort.

"Marinette..." Alya chided. "I don't think it's wise to apply American philosophy to your French relationship." Alya sat down on her bed. "What do you think he is going to say about the Agreste meeting? And subsequent meetings that are sure to follow?"

Marinette didn't want to answer Alya's question. She could already imagine Bennett's growl when she finally told him. Bennett had made it clear several times: he didn't like Adrien Agreste and he didn't like Ladybug and Chat Noir. She looked out the window, avoiding Alya's question. The sun was barely peeking out in the distance, it was almost patrol time. Who's night was it? "I have to go," Marinette muttered, sitting up to look at the clock. "Bennett is coming over so we can study for our last final together and I need to clean up my room a little."