(Y/N) has lived in this small American state her whole life, until she moves to Paris and discovers the truth about Chat Noir (author-chan does not reccommend reading this cringe fest. Defintely read a different fic)
Dad said moving to Paris would be nice. Colors everywhere, and lively people. Well, the color I saw was from weird magic, and the lively people were posessed by butterflies. Yeah. But, there are some cool people (Sorta). My new bff that blogs during dangerous situations, a cute model that is like a dream come true, an...