I. The contest.
It was another day attending high school. Marinette woke up, and got ready for school. Nothing of interest for that particular day; even an akuma attack would seem typical if it was easy to defeat.
"Hey, girl!" said Alya to Marinette upon entering classroom, "Have you heard the news?"
"No", she replied, "what news?"
"I wonder why you didn't know about this already", Alya proceeded "Gabriel Agreste is having a dress-designing contest this month!"
"Wait, WHAT? Is there a contest to design a dress for Gabriel Agreste's line? I can totally win it!"
"Uh-huh, if you can get passed the fact that the prize involves a dinner with him and his family"
"What do you mean?"
"You will have to eat with him, AND ADRIEN, while wearing your design for him and model it to impress both and for Mr. Agreste to accept to mass-produce the dress and you get to be your own model!"
"Uh… Umm… Uh… WHAT WILL I DO?" Marinette freaked out as she realized the possible outcome of that, she has such a big crush on Adrien she goes almost blank whenever talking to him.
"Relax girl, you haven't even entered the contest yet!"
"Hi girls!" said Adrien as he entered, "Marinette, have you heard about my father's contest? I hope you enter, I love your designs, and for sure you'll win!"
"Ah! Huh… Who me?" replied Marinette, "Really you think so? I can go with dresses, but I'd rather have to make something for you to wear and model because you are so hot and look so goodasldasd…" as she started to rant and babble to herself out of nervousness.
"She'll be great!" excused Alya, "My friend is the best young fashion designer in the whole of France and will blow you and your father away!"
"Thanks, Alya" answered the young man, "I'll be expecting your design, Marinette!"
"He said I could win…" Marinette said with dreamy eyes looking at nowhere specifically, when he got out of hearing range, "NOW I HAVE TO DO THE BEST DRESS EVER! ADRIEN IS COUNTING ON ME!" she realized.
"Chill down, Marinette!" said calmly Alya, "It's going to be fine; you have a killer instinct for this. You got this in the bag already!"
"Thanks, Alya"
When Marinette was finally calming down, the person she wanted to see the least made her appearance. It was Chloé Bourgeois, the bratty daughter of the Mayor of Paris, André Bourgeois.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng" said Chloé, "I suppose you won't enter Adrien's father contest, will you? Everyone knows that my Adrikins will favor me, even if everyone else thinks you are amazing with your designs."
"Well, Chloé" Marinette answered, "I don't think Mr. Agreste will favor your designs after what happened with my derby hat design that you stole" She and Alya fist-bumped.
"You mean MY derby hat design!" angrily replied Chloé, "Anyway, I have the best designers at my disposal, THIS contest is MINE!" said the girl as she slapped Marinette's and Alya's table while pointing to herself with her free thumb. Finished her statement, she turned around and walked to away.
"Grr…" grunted Marinette "I wish I could…" she couldn't finish her idea when Alya interrupted her.
"Don't worry, girl. I know something 'daddy's money' can't buy, talent and her own personality."
"You're right, Alya; I'd better get ready with that dress!"
"Good morning class" said Ms. Bustier, the class teacher.
"As soon as classes are over," continued Marinette.