A few years have passed since the castles last party, because of this a few people have forgotten about there being such a place like that in the forest next to their village, but they didn't mind and just went one with their days as usual.

One such person was the bakers daughter, Marinette Dupan-Cheng.

"Goodbye papa, good luck with selling bread today," she said as she set off for the fabric shop for new materials for her fashion designs.

'Little town, such a quiet village

Every day, like the one before

Little town, full of little people

Waking up to say...

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Bonjour

Bonjour

Bonjour

Bonjour

Bonjour

-.-

Looking back smiling she sang

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'There goes the baker with his tray like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Every morning just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town...

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"Morning Marinette," a random but friendly man said smiling.

"Morning Mousier," she said coming over to talk to the old Chinese man in the red shirt.

"And where may you be going today?"

"The fabric store," Marinette said blushing a little "I've run out of material again."

"Well with such a creative brain like yours I'm not at all surprised," he said giving her a small smirk and some extra coins to help her get the things she needs, insisting that she take them.

"Thank you, have a good day Sir," Marinette said before carrying on.

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'Look there she goes that girl is strange no question

Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Never part of any crowd

'Cause her head's up on some cloud

No denying she's a funny girl that Marinette...'

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'Bonjour, good day, how is your family?'

'Bonjour, good day, how is your wife?'

'I need six eggs'

'That's too expensive!'

-.-

'There must be more than this provincial life!'

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Soon Marinette reached the fabric shop and was kindly welcomed by the shop keeper.

"Ah, Marinette," he said smiling.

"Good morning, I'm making myself a new outfit and need some new fabric for it," she said smiling looking around. She loved it here.

"Finished with the bolts of fabric I cave you the other day?" he asked surprised, and just clad at the same time, because of this, Marinette was his best customer.

"Well they were only half the normal amount of fabric on them weren't there?" Marinette asked coming to the counter her arms full of new bolts of fabric along with some buttons, sequins, tread, and fabric glue.

Smiling and shaking his head a bit the shop keeper rang up the price and kindly placed everything into a bag for her.

"Thank you sir, I'll try and make it last longer this time..." Marinette said as she left the shop, passing a few teenager boys who had been watching her.

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'Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well

With a dreamy far off look

And her nose stuck in a patterns book

What a puzzle to the rest of us

Is Marinette'

-.-

Marinette had taken a pause at the fountain and was looking trough one of her new pattern books, showing a few sheep who were passing by.

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'Oh... Isn't this amazing?

It's my favorite part because you see...

Here's when I will bring everything together

I only hope I have enough tread, fabric an' leather'

-.-

Soon Marinette had packed up and continued on her way home, passing a shop on where a man was holding up a mirror for a woman who was trying on a new hat.

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'Now it's a wonder why her name mean's *One who rises*

'Cause she's never the first one awake

And beneath that fair facade

I'm afraid she's rather odd

Very different from the rest of us

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She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes, different from the rest of us

is Marinette'

-.-

Up above a flock of geese were flying past without a care in the world... until one gets shot with an arrow and falls to the ground, scaring the others away.

On the ground, a thin boy wearing a green shirt and had black framed glasses held out a bag to catch the goose, but just missed it.

Quickly he picked it up and stuffed it inside the bag before returning to the person who shot the arrow.

"Wow you didn't miss a shot Kim, you're the best hunter in the whole of Paris."

"I know," Kim, a tall, strong, late teen – young adult said grinning as he put his bow over his shoulders, and the arrow back in the quiver, before walking towards the square, leaving Max to carry the 'Hunting Bags'.

"No animal alive can stand against you," Max said "And no girl for that matter."

"It's true Max," Kim said placing an arm on his friends shoulder "And at the moment I've got my eyes set on that one."

"You mean the bakers daughter?" Max asked slightly surprised.

"She's the one," Kim said nodding "The one I will someday marry."

"But she's..."

"The most beautiful girl in town," Kim said not listening.

"I know but..."

"That makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?"

"Well of course but have you seen her dad?" Max said but gave up as Kim started singing to himself.

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'Right from the moment when I met her, saw her

I said she's gorgeous, and I fell

Here in town there's only she

Who's as beautiful as me

So I'm making plans to woo and get Marinette to marry me.

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On his way to get to Marinette, Kim and Max pass a water pump that was being used by three girls, on in a yellow dress, one in an orange dress, and one in a purple and light blue dress.

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'Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy?

Monsieur K-im oh he's so cute

Be still my heart

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark, strong, and handsome prince!'

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To the side another girl with short spiky pink hair, who was doing chores for her mother, rolled her eyes and pretended to be sick as she heard these girls, Chloe, Lila and Sabrina fawn over the loser like Kim.

Max who caught some of their cheers for his friend rolled his eyes too.

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Bonjour

Good day

You call this bacon?

What lovely grapes

Some cheese

Ten yards

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Excuse me

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I'll get the knife

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Please let me through

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This milk, it's stale

Those fish, they smell

Madame's mistaken

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There must be more than this provincial life...

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Just watch I'm going to make that girl my wife!

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'Look there she goes that girl is strange but special

A most peculiar mademoiselle

It's a pity and a sin

She doesn't quite fit in

Oh she really is a funny girl

A beauty but a funny girl

She really is a funny girl...

That Marinette...

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Bonjour

Bonjour

Bonjour

Bonjour

Bonjour

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After climbing over the last few houses to get through the crowd, Kim landed just before Marinette as she left the marketplace.

"Hello Marinette," Kim said smiling.

"Bonjour Kim," Marinette said kindly sighing when Kim took her bag of materials.

"Kim, can I have my shopping back please?" Marinette asked reaching for it, but he kept it away from her.

"How the hell can you think about making something from all of this? It's just fabric! And how can you understand these instructions?" Kim said looking inside the bag, and looking at a pattern and all the numbers and coded directions.

"Well some people have bigger brains than you and can understand them and can make things out of materials like this." Marinette said finally managing to grab the bag of shopping back.

"Marinette, it's about time you got your head out of those books, come out of your 'workroom' and paid attention to more important things. Like me." Kim said striking a pose which Marinette just rolled her eyes as she checked everything was still there and was still all alright.

Off to the side the three girls from before were watching Kim with dreamy looks on their faces and together gave a big sigh.

"The whole town's talking about it," Kim carried on "It's not right for someone who looks as lovely as you to stay inside all the time."

"Well is that not what I have to do when I become someone's wife?" Marinette muttered to herself.

"Hey I got an idea, why don't you come over to the tavern and take a look at some of my trophies." Kim said placing an arm around her and guiding her in that direction.

"Maybe some other time," Marinette said truing to be polite but was close to snapping.

"What's wrong with her?" Chloe asked her friends.

"She's crazy," Lila answered.

"He's gorges." Sabrina said.

Alix who was off to the side sweeping the dust out of her father's watch shop just rolled her eyes again and went back inside.

"Please Kim, I can't," Marinette said getting free "I have to get back home and help my father. Goodbye."

And with that Marinette left at a fast pace to get back to the bakery.