Hello! This is my first "Miraculous: tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir" story, and first story after a loooooooot of time. It's a Cinderella AU (ah, classic) and it wil probabliy take less than 10 chapters. Hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER 1

On her way to the princess' room she checked that everything was on place. Apple juice? Here. Bowl of seasonal fruit? There it was. Freshly baked croissant filled with cherry jam? Placed in the middle of the tray. Anything else? Oh, yeah. Was the embroidered napkin under the silverware perfumed with Chanel n° 5? Yes, it was. Maybe this time the breakfast tray would live up to her highness' expectations… maybe.

She was almost at the door and Marinette prepared herself to meet the witch… ehm princess.

In front of the room, she smiled at the butler standing there, who nodded back at her and knocked on the door.

"Miss? Your breakfast is here"

Marinette took a deep breath.

"At least! Let her come iiiiiiiiin!" answered a high-pitched voice.

The butler sighed and looked at Marinette with a pitiful glance. He opened the door to let her pass and closed it behind her.

Marinette stood there, waiting for a command from Chloe, who was wandering through her wardrobe to find the perfect outfit for the day. After a few seconds, she turned towards Marinette, who stiffened hoping she didn't do anything wrong… well, technically she hadn't done anything at all.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Put that tray on my table and go! You have already messed up my morning routine and just with your presence you're ruining the furniture's style. So, shoo." She said glaring at her. Marinette would have broken out in a laugh at Chloe' s face covered with a green beauty mask, but contained herself and nodded while heading to the table in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?! Not that table: the other one! Next to the chaise lounge!" of course she'd have two tables: that bedroom was the size of an apartment.

"Yes, miss. I'm sorry." answered Marinette and did what she was told.

"Of course you are. Now leave! Oh, and tomorrow don't be late or I'll have to take measures. I don't think your father would appreciate that his daughter got him losing his, for what I experienced, overpaid job." Chloe said with a devilish smirk.

Marinette nodded and quickly left the room.

"Can you believe it? She's not normal, Alya! How can she be such a… such a ... URGH" Marinette was stomping on the sidewalk while her best friend, Alya, listened to her complains about the evil daughter of her boss… her family's boss. And also Alya's mother's boss. Well, that man was the Mayor and Paris' richest man so he probably was half the city's boss.

"Such a witch? A psycho? I could write a ten meters long list of suitable adjectives." Alya had her own opinion about Chloe and it wasn't what people would call a nice one.

"I know. Imagine what would come out if we both got at it!" Marinette was getting calmer with each step. Pouring out her frustrations on Alya always calmed her. Maybe that was because her best friend was much more straightforward than her and made her feel like the quiet one.

Besides, they were almost at school and she couldn't wander around there screaming about Chloe's misbehaviour since (surprise!) they all went to the same school.

Now, Marinette's story is kind of a mess. Let's start from the beginning.

Marinette's father, Tom Dupain, was a respectful citizen of Paris who married Sabine Cheng, of Chinese origins, and worked as personal baker for the Bourgeois family, that is the Mayor's family. In order to reach their dream of owning their very own bakery, the Dupain-Chengs worked hard for the Mayor, and Marinette, to support her parents, helped her family by working as a maid in the hotel, Le Grand Paris, owned and inhabited by the Bourgeois. It was the same hotel where Alya's mother worked as a chef. Because of her age, Marinette was mostly assigned to the Mayor's daughter, Chloe, who, aware of her family's situation, never forgot to tease her with unnerving (and sometimes scary) threats. The two girls went to the same school as they both lived near it. If going at the same school wasn't enough of a torture, Marinette had to bear being in the same class as Chloe for two years. Thankfully, now they were in different classes so her pain had lessened. Still, she needed to watch her mouth and hope that nothing of her angry ramblings would reach Chloe's ears. Her parents' dream now was also her responsibility and goal. She couldn't take any risk.

Marinette and Alya were laughing like the good friends they were when they turned the corner only to find a huge crowd stopping them from entering the school. They stopped and stared at the excited girls giggling and jumping to see whatever they were eager to see.

Adrien was eager, excited, euphoric! At last, after spending years asking his father to let him go to a public school, he managed to convince him! It was only the last year, and he'd begun with a month of delay, but it was better than nothing. Of course, his father had taken every kind of countermeasure to protect his only son, from whatever danger a bunch of high school kids could be, and Adrien complied with every decision.

First thing first, he had to mask his first entrance at school: someone had leaked the information that Adrien Agreste would continue his education, from that day on, in that school, so now he had to evade the journalists and fans stationed at the front door of the school by entering from one of the back doors. He was used to stuff like that. Technically, after establishing that no Agreste would show up, both fans and journalists would assume that the rumour was fake and leave. Adrien hoped that none of his new classmates would blow up the plan by telling the world who was the new student. Well, it would have been a miracle not to be spotted with the mountain at his back. Another idea of his father's: get to school and back home with the bodyguard.

Pressing his hat onto his forehead he walked down the street towards the school's back entrance. He noticed some other students heading that way instead of getting to the front door. Adrien hoped they would forgive him for that distress.

The bodyguard stopped next to a street light, where he would wait for him to finish his classes and head back home. What an exciting day for that poor man!

He didn't envy him.

Ready to begin his new adventure, Adrien pushed open the door and entered his new school. He was already fantasizing on what could happen in that place when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, two girls heading towards him and decided to hold the door open. They probably weren't used to good manners since they stared at him with round eyes. Had they recognized him? He couldn't be so unlucky.

His thoughts were interrupted when one of the two girls, the one with the pigtails, tripped over her own feet and fell with a short cry. Both him and the other girl helped her getting back up. For a moment, Adrien and the tripping-girl stared into each other's eyes. He'd never seen blue eyes such as hers. It only lasted a fraction of time because the clumsy girl quickly started apologizing while her face assumed every shade of red he knew.

"Don't worry, Marinette, I know you're this distracted." the other girl then addressed him:

"And thank you, stranger. Last time someone showed me such chivalry was seventeen years ago."

"But, Alya, you are seventeen." the blue-eyed girl, Marinette, said, still blushing.

"That's my point!" Adrien smiled at the scene. He was liking even more that place.

"It was a pleasure helping you girls." he said "But now I have to go: I can't risk being late on my first day here. Do you know where the principal's office is?".

"So, you are a new student! It's that way." Alya said, pointing in front of her. Marinette was still blushing, but confirmed her friend's information furiously nodding her head.

Adrien thanked them and left for the principal's office. He hoped he would see them again: they seemed nice people.

"Marinette? What's wrong with you, girl? You look like you're going to have a heart attack!" Alya asked her best friend while flicking her forehead with her fingers. "Could this be what they call love at first sight? Oh, how romantic!" she smirked and put her hand on her hips, waiting for Marinette to answer.

Marinette rubbed her forehead and looked Alya with wide eyes.

"Alya, you really didn't recognize him?"

"Who? The new kid?"

"Yeah… He's Adrien Agreste, the model and only son of the world-famous French designer Gabriel Agreste!"