Dear Adrien,
If this letter has gotten to your hands I can only assume I'm not there with you or your father anymore. Can't particularly guess what has happened to me since unfortunately I can't see the future, but I wanted to write this to you anyway.
My dear baby boy, you have no idea how much I wanted for this letter to never be in your hands. I wanted to so much see grow up, like I felt you move inside me, open your eyes for the first time, say your first words, take your first steps, and see your first photoshoot. But any way this letter isn't about you, or me-well it may be a little about me-, but really is about your father.
If I know Gabriel as well as I know myself, he now works 24/7, has more staff then you can count to look after you instead of doing it himself, you rarely see him, and when you do he has a straight face because he'll be talking business. Regretfully, I have to tell you that that is your father. I did try to find someone less problematic, but I could never find blue eyes like your father. He was a keeper from the moment I met him…
Sophie Blaise was having the best sleep of her life. Until her cellphone started to ring. She ignored it however and tried to tune out everything but her steady breathing, and relaxing muscles. Even so the ringing kept going persistently for quite a few more thirty minutes, before Sophie let out a frustrated groan.
She picked the phone from the nightstand, and pressed the pick-up bottom.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! YOU HAVE A PHOTO-SHOOT!" Sophie winced at Rick's angry voice coming from the phone. "YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES TO GET TO THE SET BEFORE I GO DRAG YOU BY THAT BLONDE HAIR OF YOURS SOPHIE!"
And then they say I'm the dramatic one, Sophie thought rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Wait a minute, how is this my fault?! You were the one insisting on the extra hour at patrol yesterday! You know how much sleep I need! Do you want me to look like a some sort of zombie?!"
"It was a quiet night, but you know how Rick worries." Sophie's kwami, Virra mentioned floating besides her miraculous holder.
"See, even Virra agrees that you overreacted." "But I didn't" Sophie shushed the miniature peacock with a wink.
"Well excuse me for being cautious." he muttered under his breath. "By the way because of that comment you now have six minutes to get to the set. Don't make me go get you, today you were supposed to come early to meet the new designer." Rick said the last part with a frustrated sigh.
"Oh yes. The famous prodigy everyone talked about yesterday. God, I can already picture him!" She laughed. "Glasses, sketch book in hand along with a pencil, and he'll be wearing a sweater even though it's Summer." Sophie jokes as she finally gets out of bed with Virra on toe. Her kwami laughed at her description of the new designer, knowing her holder was way too much of a harsh critic of them. Not that she blamed her much. Sophie hated to be dictated around which was why her relationship with photographers was strained at best, and she said the designers had a way of wanting the models present the design like they picture it. When model didn't due for that perfect image, then they were the failures.
"Don't be like that. I saw the guys design, and they're amazing."
"Well they should! I mean for someone that spends 24/7 locked up in an office just drawing, what can you expect?" She asked entering the bathroom to start and get ready. "Ugh I bet he's a perfectionist too. Those always complain about anything and everything."
"Change that attitude for when you meet him." There was a pause. "Please. And you now have four minutes."
Sophie laughed, "Please. Who do you take me for bug boy? I can be there in two." She hung up the phone before stretching herself. "Alright, time to get ready."
That woman, that woman is impossible! Rick Fields thought to himself. What he had been thinking when he had agreed to help her with her career? How had she even convinced him?!
'It might help you save for your music shop later on. And who will say, it could be fun. I mean we make a great team don't we?'
If Rick could have the power of time travel, he would gladly tell her 'no thank you'. He was aging faster by taking care of her career. What was her problem with designers and photographers?! They are only doing their job!
'I hate being underestimated by them. They think they're smarter than models just because they do most of the work while we 'just look pretty'. '
God he was even hearing her in his head! I need a vacation. I really need a vacation.
"Monsieur Fields."
Rick turned to look at the designer, Gabriel Agreste and immediately tensed. "Ah, Monsieur Agreste. What can I help you with?"
"If the model isn't going to actually show up for the shoot, I have better things to do." Rick gave the designer a once over look, and had to stop himself from laughing. Sophie had gotten his appearance on the spot! Except his sweater was hanging over his shoulders, hence he wasn't wearing it per say.
"Oh she's going to show up don't worry." Rick told him with a polite smile before a dark aura surrounded him. "Even if I have to drag her by that hair of hers while she screams and begs for mercy. She will be here!"
"I'm shivering of fear."
Rick made a sharp turn at Sophie's voice. "Sophie! YOU ARE"-
"Still on time." She finished pointing towards the clock. "In fact I would say I'm ten seconds early."
"You should have been here hours ago!" Rick yelled.
"Stop yelling your making me go deaf! That voice of yours is not made for the opera, I'm telling you." Sophie told him getting a kick from seeing him trembling with rage and frustration. Ticking Rick off was one of her many hobbies. He just looked so adorable when he was angry! It was hard to resist not to add to the fire.
"Ahem."
The two friends turned to Gabriel at the same time after his "cough".
"I assume you are the model. Mademoiselle Blaise, correct? We've been waiting for you for a time now. Honestly, a professional model should know better." Gabriel told her though the 'we' clearly meant "I" from the tone he used. If Sophie had been listening she would have replied some sort of smart remark like she usually did. However, her jade like eyes were focused on his sky blue ones.
"I'm sorry, monsieur. It seems I overslept a bit. I apologize if I inconvenienced your schedule for the day." The words felt foreign coming from her mouth. She couldn't stop them from coming out, even when she realized what she had said.
What did I just day?!What's wrong with me?! Sophie yelled inside her head while looking at the designer once more. There was something about this man. This Gabriel Agreste that compelled her to apologize to him. How he demanded respect with just how he stood. Somehow the way he looked at her made her somewhat respect him. He wasn't looking down on her, or scolding her like she was a child. No he looked at her like she was the most unprofessional person he had met.
It made her feel challenged.
Sophie could feel Rick's intense stare, and even noticed the surprise look on Gabriel's face. They obviously had not expected her response, and she didn't blame them. After all, she did have a reputation for not caring about designer's or photographer's opinions about her.
Once the shock was cleared out of the air, Rick told Sophie to get ready and much to his shock she nodded and went to do as she was told. Rick looked at Gabriel Agreste making the man look at him as well. "What did you do?"
"Excuse me?" Gabriel asked his body tense.
"Sophie never does as she's told not without a fight. And she definitely has never apologized to a designer for being late before. Forgive me from being a little shocked that when you reprimand her for it she just took it." Rick told the designer staring at where Sophie had gone to get ready. "Don't get me wrong Agreste. Whatever you did, please keep it up. I hate having to be the one apologizing all the time. I'm going to tell the photographer we're ready."
"That was a different turn of events." Rick's kwami Nooroo mentioned floating over his holder's shoulder.
"You can say that again. I wonder what happened back there."
"You can always ask her later. By the way, Rick. Maybe Sophie's right. There hasn't been another attack in a long while." Nooroo offered to Rick who stopped walking.
"I don't know Nooroo. Something about that battle seemed too easy for it to be real. It didn't feel right." Rick replied deep in thought as to why they hadn't seen anything from their enemies. True that battle had been 'final' but something about it made his senses flare with doubt.
"But it wasn't easy. You and Sophie suffered a great deal to win."
"I just want to be sure. Just in case the possibility is still out there."
"I understand." Nooroo told him with a small smile. Still I can't say I completely disagree with you Rick. However you can't keep pushing yourselves like you have been.
"What happened back there Sophie?" Virra asked concerned that maybe her holder was sick or physically exhausted. "You've never apologized for being late before."
"I know. I know that Virra. It's just, I-he didn't reprimand like the others." Sophie told her kwami finally dressed, and ready for the shoot. The stylist had just left her when she was done, and Sophie had taken the time to regain herself from what had happened moments earlier. "He reprimanded me like his equal. When he started to scold me he didn't do it like he was talking to a child or someone with lower IQ levels than him. I think he even challenged me to prove him wrong."
"He also questioned your professionalism." Virra commented a little annoyed at the human's comment. Sophie was in fact professional. She just didn't like it when she was underestimated because of her career, or was treated like she was an object opposed to the clothes she wore.
"I know! Isn't that great! Usually they say something like, 'a pretty girl like yourself should never be late to anything. Now bow down to me you dumb blonde! And remember to smile and nod while you're at it'." Sophie said trying to imitate a man's voice causing Virra to laugh.
"Don't be so dramatic, and go! You've made them wait long enough for you." Virra told her pointing to the door.
"Stay hidden okay." Sophie warned lightly, and Virra nodded her okay. "You can watch the shoot if you want just-"
"Keep away from the staff. I'm not new to this you know! I've been a kwami for centuries! Eons!"
Sophie laughed. "Tell you what, start looking your age and I might just believe you."
She left the dressing room with that, and went straight to the set where they were waiting for her. Sophie only met eyes with Gabriel Agreste once more before the photos started. What was more, he held that stare until the photographer gave her instructions as to how he wanted her to stand.
You could even say I was bewitched. If it had been any other person I would have...Well been more colorful and creative with my response. However the way your father looked at me, challenging me to prove him wrong. It was something I couldn't just forget.
Hey Readers!
This as you can see if my version of how the past events went on Paris around the time Adrien's mom was around, and how her and Gabriel Agreste get together.
I will be going into specifics as to how she disappeared and as to how Nooroo ended up with Gabriel transforming him into Hawk Moth. The holder of the butterfly miraculous now is my own creation, and trust me things will start to make sense as the story evolves.
In the letter there is no mention of the kwamis or the fact that Sophie was a superhero.
I picked the name Sophie because it's soft and very refines in my opinion, but not too old fashioned. As for the name of her Kwami I had no idea what else to name her, and yes it is a her. Nooroo is a butterfly and he's a he. Besides imagination exits for a reason.
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Thank you for reading.