Chapter 2: Dinner

Marinette, Chloe, the Buorgeous and Dupain-Chengs were all in the dining room. Marinette sat next to , while Chloe sat in between him, and that wench. On the other side of the table were Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng, their eyes on the blonde. It felt so awkward for the ravenette. She felt like she didn't belong, didn't NEED to be here. And yet, here she is. Marinette eyes the charm on her Papa's wrist to find it still there. She let out a breath of air.

'Of course he didn't take it off, he is still my Papa. Even though our blood maybe different…Right?'

"So Chloe dear, is it true that you had to work as a baker for that poor excuse of a bakery?!" the wench asked.

"Oh yes Mother! It was terrible! Absolutely horrible. I feel like I'm gonna cry!" the tinier version of the wench responded.

"Oh my poor baby girl!" before enveloping her in a hug. The Dupain-Chengs and Marinette both froze up. Tom soon had his eyes on his real daughter, sitting there, staring at the two.

"So uh, Marinette right?" He asked reluctantly. Marinette simply nodded, not even looking in his eyes, too afraid to show her tears.

"H-how have you been, dear?" Sabine started.

"A-alright…" She responded weakly.

"T-that's good." The petite woman responded.

"Uh… so you are my biological parents, so uh what was that about a bakery?" Mari tried to move the subject from herself. She felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

"We are one of the BEST BAKERY in Paris!" Tom yelled with pride. He looked to his biological daughter, only to find her attention to the food, picking at it with a fork.

"Dear, we are sorry if we disappoint you or something. I know that-"It's not like that at all Mademoiselle! It's just… a lot to take in is all…" The Bluenette interrupted, not wanting to be rude to these people. Her biological mom simply gave a kind, reassuring smile in her direction.

"I know, I've been told that you grew up to become kind, even though you were given all these luxuries." She reassured.

"And it looks to be true, you really do have a heart of gold. If anything, you shouldn't deserve this kind of treatment." Tom reassured. Marinette had stared into their eyes, her eyes widening at the glaze in these people's eyes. She herself soon began to cry.

"No bad Marinette" She berated to herself, trying to wipe away her own tears. Sabine soon got up and ran around the table towards her daughter. She hugged her, her hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"You know it's okay to cry from time to time honey~" She chirped. The dam that Mari had worked on all throughout her life collapsed in a mere second as she was bawling her eyes out. She didn't care if others were watching her. She didn't care that she was the mayor's daughter. She didn't care about holding up appearances anymore. She just kept crying. Her wails echoing throughout the room, and the hallways. Sabine simply hummed a little tone, and kept rubbing soothing circles on her back, and petting her silky, smooth hair. Andre Bourgeous watched as the girl before her had cried. She hadn't cried like that in front of him in years. The only time that had ever happened was when his wife had left him and her.

"Daddy? What are you doing, pay attention to me!" Chloe interrupted, forcibly taking her dad's face with her hands into her and Mom's direction.

"Let trash talk with trash dear Andre~" His wife cooed. He simply nodded, and glanced one last time towards the crying girl, smothered in a hug by the Dupain-Chengs. Something in his chest hurt, as a sudden weight shifted towards his right wrist, looking at the charm she had made for him. It always gave him the courage, the strength, and a reminder to be the best he can be. As mayor and father.

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Chloe ended up staying in the Bourgeous hotel, wanting to spend more QUALITY time with her long-lost blood parents. Marinette didn't feel completely comfortable with going with her biological parents as much. She didn't hate them, no. It's just that they were strangers to her. She just didn't trust them enough.

"And yet she cried in front of them like a weak little girl…" Her head was spinning. So many thoughts, so many truths. The harsh reality was too much for her to keep up with. It was getting to her, but she remained vigilant. She had to cause she was…

'The mayor's daughter?' No that wasn't right. Who was she? What was she? How does one feel knowing that everything as she knew it was thrown out the window. Is she Marinette Bourgeois, or Marinette Dupain-Cheng? How does one answer such a question? Her thoughts were going over a thousand miles while opening her room. But instead of it being empty, she found none other than Chloe Bourgeois sitting on her comfy bed, scrolling through her phone-latest model too- all while smirking.

"What are you doing here?" Marinette asked, no longer caring to be nice. She was done with this whole charade.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question? Weren't you like IDK suppose to go with the Dupain-Chengs back at their poor excuse of a bakery!" She snobbishly replied back. Mari was shocked to find all her items gone, and what was left were two big, pink luggage cases.

"Why is my stuff in two luggage bags? Are you stealing my room?!" She shrieked back. She thought the only person she hated the most to be that wench, but after this.

"Oh, well this is my room now." She perked, finally looking in her direction.

"Seriously, you wear such childish clothing, but for some reason everyone liked it so I never bother telling you that." Marinette was so tempted to beat this little bitch up so badly.

"Daddy gave me this room!~" Marinette just stopped. She set her gaze to the floor, her eyes widening.

'Papa? But… why would he… no She HAS TO BE LYING THERE IS NO WAY HE'D DO THAT TO HIS OWN DAU-." The bluenette's thoughts abruptly stopped.

"…daughter…" She muttered to herself. Chloe simply didn't respond, as she called someone.

"Sabrina you won't believe what just happened to me. Turns out my REAL DADDY AND MOMMY are super rich, and they are tots awesome!" at this point Marinette stormed out of the room, leaving her luggage behind. She ran to his room, hoping, praying, believing that he would never replace her.

"Papa please." She pleaded in her mind. Tears daring to break out yet again. 'No I have to be strong!' She knocked, only to hear nothing. She knocked again.

"Pa- "Seriously Andre if you keep that little vermin in this house, I will leave you again, this time with my REAL daughter." Marinette stopped herself, eavesdropping almost immediately.

"B-but Honey!"

"Either your REAL family stays, or she stays! You HAVE TO CHOOSE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO LIVE WITH THAT FAKE BRAT FOR A SINGLE SECOND!" only silence took over the conversation.

"I'll think about it…" the voice reluctantly answered.

"I'll give you until tomorrow." She warned the deadline.

Tears were cascading down her face once more. She couldn't take it anymore. All this pain, this abandonment, this betrayal. Did the struggle her and Papa faced together mean nothing to him!? What about the charm!? Why, why is this happening to her!? What did she do to deserve this? All these thoughts swarmed in her head. Butler Jean tapped her on the shoulder, as the girl kept looking down, tears dripping like a waterfall.

"Marinette?" he asked with concern.

"Can you fix me a new room, I need to think about what just happened." She answered. Her butler nodded and took off to do just that. The dejected bluenette walked towards the living area, sitting on a big-plushie couch her and Papa use to sit together, watching the programs on the television. Her phone began to buzz. Picking it up, wondering who called to look at the time.

'midnight…'

"I wonder who could be calling me this time?" her text box blew up almost instantly. All three of her best friends had texted her, wondering if she was okay. Apparently that mini wench had posted the events that went down tonight.

"I'll talk later, just please give me a moment to process tonight." She sent and just lay on the couch. Closing her swollen, bluebell eyes as she let her mind run on autopilot with the events that had transpired.

AND SCENE, THAT WAS ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE! DON'T WORRY THINGS WILL GET BETTER…. SOON. ANYWAYS… UH HAVE A NICE DAY? And thank you for the comments, it really means a lot to have fellow readers appreciate my work.