Paris, France
Spring 1944
Bridgette Cheng gripped her ticket tightly as she observed the small, overcrowded airport for her host family. She nervously played with her long, raven hair that hung at her waist as she examined the signs, but none read the name, Césaire. Bridgette was about to ask for help from one of the informers at the desk when she was tapped on the shoulder. Bridgette jumped spinning around to see a girl her age. The girl had caramel skin with brunette hair pulled back in a french braid which was accessorized with a pair of sunglasses. She had heard they were very popular in the western countries. In the girl's hands was the name Cesaire on a white sign written in perfect cursive.
"You must be Bridgette," The girl stuck her hand out in greeting which Bridgette shook. "My name is Ayla Cesaire, I can tell we are going to be great friends."
"Y-yes, I'm Bridgette Cheng," Bridgette spoke, her English slightly broken despite the years of her practice. "I'm sorry, I'm still working on my English. It is an honor to meet you, Ayla."
"Come with me, I'll show you to the car." Ayla smiled warmly taking Bridgette's hand pulling her outside toward a couple sitting in a black vehicle who beamed when they noticed her and Ayla arrive.
"Welcome to Paris, Bridgette." Ayla's mother smiled at her as she greeted Bridgette. "Let's take you to the house."
Bridgette nodded excitedly as she listened to Ayla babble about the city and all the historical facts about it. She observed the city in awe taking in all the sights when she saw a large building which stunned her.
"That's our school," Ayla stated leaning over to Bridgette's side. "You and I are going tomorrow, but I should warn you to watch out for Adelle Bonnet. She has never been welcoming to newcomers."
"R-right." She smiled as she stuttered seeing a great mansion next to the school. "Mon Dieu, what is that?"
"Ugh, just Felix Agreste's house. He's a big moper and keeps to himself." Ayla rolled her eyes as she smirked at Bridgette. "I'd just avoid him and you'll be fine."
Bridgette gingerly stepped from the car as they parked in front of a simple two-story brick house pulling her suitcase out with her from the trunk. Ayla swung an arm around Bridgette's shoulders grinning widely as she walked her into the house.
"I've always wanted a sister." Ayla picked up Bridgette's suitcase taking it up the stairs to her bedroom. Bridgette grinned happily following Ayla up the stairs pausing at the doorway as she examined the bedroom. The bedroom had a bunk bed with a transparent red curtain draping over it. Against one wall were two small desks and a full-length mirror, but what got her most stunned was the bay window with a cushioned seat in front of all of Paris.
"Me too!" Bridgette exclaimed happily taking Ayla's hands. "I only have a brother and all he does is cook."
Ayla laughed putting Bridgette's suitcase on the bottom bunk before walking to her closet pulling out a uniform which included a white polo, black sweater vest, and dark gray skirt.
"This is your uniform for tomorrow," Ayla places it neatly on the mahogany desk before spinning around. "Dull I know, but if we do something to your hair…" Ayla trailed off as she went behind Bridgette playing with her raven hair.
"What do you mean?" Bridgette looked up at Ayla as she sat on the chair. "My mother told me to always leave my hair down or in a bun." Ayla gagged as she pulled out two red ribbons placing them on the desk next to them.
"Oh, stars no. Let's try some pigtails." Ayla pulled the hair into two separate pieces before tying each one with a bright red ribbon. "See, you look even more beautiful."
Bridgette gasped softly as she touched the vibrant red colors of the ribbons with awe. She saw her face was no longer hidden by the long hair and for once could truly see her eyes. She never noticed they were bluebell-colored before.
"It's perfect!" Bridgette exclaimed jumping up hugging Ayla. "Let me do something for you now, please?"
"You really don't have to." Ayla grinned admiring her work before being plopped onto a seat by Bridgette who began to pull out her braid. Bridgette brushed her thick hair into waves gently giving it a windswept look before placing the sunglasses back on her head.
"You like it?" Bridgette asked nervously.
"I love it! I never thought I looked good with my hair down." Ayla grinned at Bridgette before picking up a pillow. "Want to know what's better?"
"What?" Bridgette asked innocently as she to picked up a pillow.
"This!" Ayla shouted hitting her with a pillow before being met with one back.
The two girls laughed as they chased each other around the room giggling uncontrollably hitting each other with pillows. While just outside the house a man looked up at the window where laughter exited from. Wayzz floated next to Master Fu who smiled softly before carrying on down the road.
"Master, are you sure she'll make the requirements for being the Ladybug," Wayzz asked concerned of Master Fu's decisions. "She just arrived after all."
"She'll need to pass my tests first, but she comes from a long line of Ladybugs," Master Fu informed as he smiled warmly. "I'll let her settle before she takes her test."
"But, Master you haven't found a Chat Noir yet, her equal." Wayzz protested gently as he floated into his coat pocket.
"Yes... that will take time." Master Fu sighed as if in thought. "I will find him eventually fro without the other they are powerless."