Prologue
Marinette's POV
I groaned into my arms. Alya looked over at me with a look of sympathy and confusion. "What's up girl?" I groaned again and turned my head to look at her."M -m-my grandmother passed…" "Aw, you poor thing…" She rubbed my back as she added quietly"The queen passed recently to...huh." I made a sound of surprise.
I wasn't surprised.
Nino, Alya's boyfriend and my friend for the longest time looked at me with sadness. He knew Gram and why it was so heart-breaking. He mouthed"Talk later?" I nodded with fresh tears in my eyes.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. My favorite person. Whatcha crying about? Realize you're lame and have no taste?" Cut in a snobby, stuck up, little...Ugh, Cut in Chloe. She laughed her fake, raspy laugh and flipped her hair. I clenched my jaw and stood up. Today was not a good day to do that Chloe."Why don't you shut your bratty mouth and be quiet, 'cause I think we all want that." I huffed and promptly sat back down. I raised my chin like I was taught to do when I was young. Cloe opened and closed her mouth like a fish and stomped back to her seat. I dared a smirk and wink to Alya.
Mrs. Bustier cleared her throat of nothing to silence the class."Merci. I have some very exciting news for you!" She let the class chatter about what it might be, before continuing."You have all been invited to...Nino, drumroll please." Nino grinned and complied with two pencils."...THE PRINCESS' 17'th BIRTHDAY!" The whole class gasped and jabbered a mix of "Really?!"s, "Oh my GAWD!"s and "Awesome!"s. Me? I had only one word echoing through my head.
NO