Adrien readjusted his bowtie and re-entered the party. Chloe had gone against both dresses and didn't turn up with him. She had a surprise... Apparently. Marinette was next to the bowl of punch looking gorgeous as ever. She wore a long black dress with red lace for sleeves and around her neck with her hair down and curled. She was breathtaking. He composed himself and walked towards her with a smile.

"Nice party."

"It's lovely Adrien."

Good, I'm glad. I had to come with Chloe because my invite wasn't sent."

"Oh. Well, at least she's surprising you. Nathaniel is talking to Julieka. He says he needs to talk to me."

"I'm not looking forward to the surprise. See, if you were mine, I'd always surprise you."

"Really."

"Really."

"I think you've had too much punch Agreste."

Just then, Nathaniel walked up to Marinette and pulled her to the side.

"Hey babe, can I talk to you?"

"Ok Nathaniel, what's up?"

"Listen people, I've been thinking... Maybe we aren't working..."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think that you and me are compatible. It's over."

He walked away from her and sat down with Kim and Alix. Adrien went to comfort her when she rn out to the balcony attached to the hall.

"Surprise!"

Subrina came out and dragged Adrien to the stage area when a vicar came out and began the service. Chloe entered wearing a big, puffy white dress and stood next to Adrien with her father by her side. A camera man beside the vicar.

"Do you Adrien Agreste take Chloe Bourgeois to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Adrien was stuck at a wedding with an over- excited Chloe clinging to his arm in a white, puffy wedding dress and as she leaned in to kiss him, his eyes averted to Marinette, who was at the back of the hall, sobbing on Alya's new ombre dress. He ran and began to shout to her but as he ran to her, she slipped further out of his reach til... She stopped by the balcony. Adrien stood in front of her, his hand wiping her tears away as he cupped her head to look at him. He leaned in and kissed her, tasting the sweet drops of cinnamon on her lips. He knew she was the one

"If you were mine, I would stop your heartbreak."

"... I am yours"