'The line is uneven. Why is the line uneven?' Marinette gave a frustrated sigh and unraveled the seam she had just finished sewing once more.

Everything had gone wrong since the beginning of the day. She had slept through her alarm in the morning and had been late to the Agreste fashion house, where she was participating in the internship program, and got scolded by Gabriel Agreste himself.

Moreover, in her haste to get to work, she had forgotten the most important piece of her collection in her apartment and had to get back to it during her lunch break, so she didn't get a chance to eat anything in a while.

The dress she had been giving finishing touches to until the early hours of the day had got stuck between the door and she was ushered home, being blamed for her incompetence and given a warning that if something like that happened again, she would be forced to leave.

Now she was stuck with that cursed dress for hours, trying to repair the damage she had involuntarily caused. She had lost count on how many times she had pricked her finger with the needle while trying to sew the hem by hand.

Her phone started ringing and her sour mood vanished instantly as she saw the name 'Adrien' blinking on her screen, signaling the incoming call. They had been dating for a year now, since they revealed their identities as Ladybug and Chat Noir and laughed for an embarrassingly long time. She couldn't believe her luck when they both had realized that their feelings for each other were mutual. They started dating not long after the revelation.

"Hey, Adri-"

"I'm breaking up with you."

'What?' Marinette almost dropped her phone as the words sank in.

"I can't do this anymore. I thought I could, but I can't. I'm sorry." Adrien had the nerve to sound guilty and wistful. Everything had been okay with them. Even wonderful, as she had been considering moving into his apartment, because they couldn't bear to be apart. At least that's what she had thought.

She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes and soon they were falling freely across her cheeks.

"I don't understand, Adrien. Why? What changed?" She tried and failed at keeping her voice steady, her body was trembling and she shook away the tears that couldn't stop streaming down. He wanted to leave her.

He had hung up. Adrien had broken up with her over the phone and then he had the audacity to hang up on her without any explanations whatsoever.

She was in complete and total shock, she wasn't sure if she would be able to do anything else that day except curl up in her bed and cry her heart out.

Her fingers shook as she quickly typed out a message to Alya, begging for moral support and a huge pile of junk food. Not even seconds later the shrilling sound of her phone indicated that Alya had gotten the message and searched for answers.

"Girl, I'm coming right over, but I need to know what happened. Now. I will crush the bastard who dared to hurt you," Alya demanded and it gave her comfort to hear that her best friend still cared for her, unlike a certain cat.

"Adrien called and broke up with me."

"On the phone? You two are sickeningly in love, what the hell got into him? He didn't even show his face to tell you that? I thought he was better than that. Seriously?" Alya started rambling angrily and Marinette was relieved that she wasn't the only one who thought it came out of the blue. "You know what, I'm sure Chloé is behind all of it. I saw her being chummy with your man a few hours ago at lunch."

"Chloé? Why was she out with Adrien?"

"I couldn't get close enough to hear what they were saying, but it awfully seemed as if she was hitting on him, being all over him like that. That bitch never gives up."

"I don't think it's that. He sounded sincere."

"I don't believe it for one second. There's something going on and I will find out the truth."

Marinette smiled a little, at least Alya would always be there for her when she needed her the most.

"I see him, I will call you later." Alya hurriedly said and ended the call.

Marinette didn't even want to know what Alya would do to Adrien. She had thought that Alya was on her way to her place, but apparently during the call she had been seeking Adrien out instead.

There was no positive outcome of this confrontation.

"Adrien!"

Adrien twisted his head around to see Alya coming towards him and he raised his hand to wave at her, but lowered it as soon as he realized the state she was in, ready to pounce and attack.

He cowered and took a hesitant step back towards the cafe he had just left. The gears were turning in his mind as he tried to remember what he had done in the last couple of days that could piss her off that much.

"How could you dump Marinette like that? On the phone? If you really wanted to get out of this relationship, then you could have done it more discreetly. Have some class!"

Adrien was confused. 'What was she going on about?' The words started to make a lot more sense in a few seconds and he couldn't believe what he had been accused of.

"Dump her? I would never dump her!" He tried to desperately convince Alya that he had no idea what she was talking about, but Alya only squinted her eyes at him as she gave him her death stare and crossed her arms over her chest.

At the same moment, Chloé exited the cafe behind him and latched onto Adrien's arm, but loosened her hands when she noticed the uninvited company.

"What is she doing here?" She glared at Alya with a rotten look.

Adrien brushed her clinging arms away from his body and cautiously turned to look at her.

"You snake! You're behind this!" Alya pointed her finger at Chloé who had a smug look on her face.

"Behind what?" Ugh, if only she could get her hands on this witch, who continued to play innocent.

"Marinette thinks I've broken up with her... wait, this sounds a lot like one of those lines you made me go over! Chloé, tell me honestly, did you use that excuse to break my relationship with Marinette apart?"

Chloé had recently started acting in commercials and short movies, so he hadn't been completely surprised when she had came to him doe-eyed and begged him to run lines with her. Apparently, she had recorded the whole conversation, secretly snatched his phone and used the lines from the movie script to break them up.

Seeing no escape from the situation, Chloé retorted. "It was a joke! I didn't think she would actually fall for it! She must have serious doubts about your relationship."

"I'm going to beat you up!" Adrien had come between the wrathful Alya and Chloé right before she charged at the dolled up girl.

"This was not cool, Chloé. I don't think it's wise for us to stay friends, not after what you just did. Do not expect me to help you again," Adrien turned away from Chloé and dragged Alya away from the blonde, who seemed to be slowly coming to the conclusion that she had made a huge mistake.

"Is she okay?" Adrien dreaded the answer he would surely get. He had never wanted to cause any pain to Marinette. However indirectly he was involved, it was still all his fault.

"No, you truly fucked up. Blame your soft and too damn good heart for the mess you just got tangled in."

"I should go and talk to her," Adrien's voice wavered off as he wasn't sure how to approach Marinette after Chloé had made her believe that he didn't want her anymore.

"Don't be dumb, she was a wreck when I called her. She honestly thought you had ended things with her and now I have to nurse her broken heart. She's going to wallow in self-pity and I'm not sure how many times I'll have to assure her that she's good enough. You need to make a big romantic gesture."

"Romantic gesture?" He looked at the distance and tried to think, but nothing came to his mind.

"Earth to loverboy, don't think I haven't noticed all those roses, poems and gifts you leave for her. You can do it. But it's got to be something grand."

With those words said, Alya patted his shoulder and walked away, leaving Adrien dumbfounded and at a loss as to what he needed to do to make Marinette forgive him and have her back in his arms.