"I. Am. Not ready for this." Chloe was in her room, trying to pick something out to wear to dinner with her mom and her mysterious boyfriend. "What am I supposed to wear?" She desperately asked.

"I don't know, what do you know about him?" Sabrina was sat on Chloe's bed, watching her best friend try on the sixth outfit.

"Nothing. I don't even know who he is." Chloe sighed. "I told her not to tell me, not even his name." She paced to her wardrobe again, deciding she didn't want to wear a dress.

"Wellll... do you want to impress him? Or do you want to slack off?" Her friend asked. The answer was important.

If she impressed him, she would make a good impression, and it was what she did best. But her mom would be more likely to stay with him. If she bombed her outfit, he could be driven away, and she would have her mom back, but she would be sad.

"Happy medium?" She suggested. Fate could allow itself to work this one. She had hated fate until recently.

"Well, you look pretty Mrs Bourgeois!" Sabrina exclaimed as she walked downstairs behind her best friend.

"Oh Thank you, Sabrina, but please, call me Marie!" the woman answered. She did look beautiful. She was wearing a long dress that matched the colour of her eyes. On her feet were heels (as she was not particularly tall) of the same shade, and there was a matching hairpin in the shape of a butterfly.

"He must be special." Sabrina smiled warmly, nudging Chloe. The daughter was wearing a long yellow off-the-shoulder top and blue casual jeans. Her hair was loosely curled, and falling down her shoulders. She tried to look good enough without looking as if she put a lot of effort into it.

"Oh and Chloe, you look adorable too." Her mom either ignored or didn't notice the subtle guesture and tone. "But it doesn't matter what we look like, because he loves us as us!"

Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. How could he if he didn't even know Chloe?

"Actually, I really want to impress him." Marie sighed. "He does love me and I know he will love you no matter what you wear, but I'm still nervous."

"Almost there, honey!" Marie sang, but Chloe could hear her voice shaking with worry. Chloe was worried too, but there was no getting out of it now.

They were in Marie's car, it wasn't cheap, but it wasn't a limo. Chloe had since decided that it was much more cozy than a limo.

She closed her eyes and opened the window to feel the air, when it slowed and eventually stopped.

"We're here!" Her mom whispered, and opened the door. Chloe's eyes slowly, reluctantly opened, and she suddenly gasped.

They were outside the Agreste Mansion.

After standing and gaping mindlessly at the large building, Chloe realized her mom had made her way to the door, and hurried to catch up with her before she could ring the doorbell.

No words were coming out of her mouth. She didn't know what to say to her mom. All that was heard was heavy breathing as her mom pressed the doorbell, and a camera shot out of the wall.

It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, as whoever was on the other side of the camera recognized the faces. Barely a moment later, the large gates opened.

A thin woman with glasses and her black hair in a bun greeted them, waving the, towards the front door. "Welcome, Mrs and Miss Bourgeois. Please, come inside." Chloe didn't recognize her, so she must not have worked for Adrien's family when Chloe used to go there.

They were directed to a large, stretched out white table, which Gabriel was stood tall next to. He held his hand out for Marie to take, and she smiled as she took it. The man, who was wearing a completely white suit, guestured for Chloe's mom to sit in the chair beside him, and as she did, he pushed it towards the table.

Adrien was standing on the other side of the table, face down to the marble floor. Gabriel showed Chloe to her seat beside him, then sat down in his own seat. It all seemed so formal.

"Hi, Adrien!" Chloe whispered, scared to break the formality.

"Hey, Chlo" he replied, keeping his head down. He was wearing grey suit trousers, and a white button shirt lazily tucked into them. He didn't have a tie. Like Chloe, he must have been against the union of their parents.

Their food was brought in, and the adults began their chatter, the atmosphere loosening up. Chloe stayed silent, following Adrien, but decided to try to break the silence between them.

"So..." she attempted, and his eyes widened, head lifting to turn to her. His hand, which had been using the fork to push around the food on his plate, stopped in its tracks.

"Our parents are dating." Was all she could think to say.

"They are." He mumbled, and his hand continued.

"Don't play with your food." Gabriel told off his son for the fourth time.

"Did you know it was my mom?" She asked quietly. His head turned to face her surprisedly.

"You didn't?" He almost yelled.

His father paused his conversation with his girlfriend, and his voice grew stern. "Please Adrien, can we stay calm for our guests?"

"Sorry, Father." He murmured.

"I told my mom not to tell me who it was." She explained. "I didn't want to know, in case I didn't like him."

"I wish I didn't know." He whispered, a bit too loud to hear. Then, realizing what he had said, his face froze. "I mean... not because I don't love your mom, I just..." his voice trailed away defenselessly.

"You're not ready to let your mom go. I get it." She finished for him. "I know. When my dad kicked me out, I felt alone, abandoned. I thought I'd never get used to just being with my mom." She comforted him. "But I got used to it, and I felt betrayed that she got a date." She finished.

"At least you know your dad." He argued. "I feel like he's trying to replace her." He looked down at his phone; his background was still a picture of him and his mom hugging. "We don't know where she is and I think he's trying to forget her."

"Your mom was an amazing woman, Adrien." She tried to comfort him. "So if you knew, why did you tell me in the park that you didn't..." she asked.

"I didn't know if you knew. So I didn't want to ruin it for you. Sorry." He put his hand on her knee, and her insides turned warm.

"It'll be okay." She finished, trying to ignore the sudden heat in her stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad that her mom had a boyfriend after all...