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VI

The moment the transformation wore off, Chloé sank to the floor and exhaled deeply.

"Ugh, so exhausting!",she groaned.

Imme had landed on her head and simply rolled forward to let herself fall into Chloé's lap.

"True.", the kwami agreed, "Time to head home so I can have food to recharge."

Chloé was about to ask her about this, but her train of thought was interrupted when the door opened.

Jean stood in the doorway with an expression of both confusion and concern on his face.

"Are you okay Chloé?", he asked, "That monster did not attack you?"

It took her by surprise how concerned the young man was about her well-being.

"Sure. Fine. I was hiding.", she blurted out. For some reason she could not quite grasp, she was embarrassed. As she felt a slight movement in her pocket, she remembered the Kwami that was hiding in there.

"Better go home. Bye.", she addressed Jean and quickly grabbed her bag and left.

Never before was Chloé so happy to close the door behind her and be back in the safety of her suite. She fell onto the sofa and picked up the receiver of the hotel telephone. As Imme floated up to her face, she asked the Kwami: "What do you even eat?"

"I could basically eat anything.", Imme replied, "But, could you get some Chilies?"

"Chilies?!". Chloé asked in bewilderment, "Why would you want chilies?"

"They're hot, just like me", the Kwami answered with a sheepish grin.

"You're weird.", Chloé stated and then called the room service to order dinner for herself and some chilies for Imme. Thankfully, the staff never asked why she would request something like this out of the blue.

Originally, Chloé had planned to finally catch up on homework and assignments she had missed while being absent. But the moment she opened her browser for research, the newest article on the Ladyblog immediately caught her attention. The headline read:

"A new heroine appears- exclusive footage"

"Looks like the public knows about you now.", Imme said while floating next to Chloé's shoulder. The girl first watched the video that was embedded in the article and then started reading through the article:

"During the attack of the Akuma called Sandman, a brand new super heroine appeared on the scene. After Chat Noir had been taken out and Ladybug was about to be cornered, this newcomer came to her aid at just the right time. She seems to have a bee-theme. Who is this mysterious newcomer?"

The comments were full of excitement and praise for the new heroine's performance. A lot of people wrote how they hoped she would show herself again.

"Guess they'll be disappointed.", Chloé remarked, "I am so not doing that again."

Imme looked at her with a slight smirk.

"I can see it in your eyes, chica.", she said, "You like getting all this attention."

Chloé had no idea how the Kwami came up with that idea.

"No thanks.", she stated, "Already got enough attention previously."

But somehow, she could not completely convince herself of that.

"Carmen is such a ...", Imme stated angrily while focused on the TV screen.

"Hey, language!", Chloé scolded her, "Also, it's just a show, don't get so agitated about it."

"El arena al amor is so much more than just a show.", Imme protested.

Chloé sighed in despair. There was no denying that the Kwami's passion for that telenovela was here to stay. While Chloé was still trying to accept this fact, another breaking news broadcast flared up on the screen.

"We are here reporting for you live and firsthand on the most recent Akuma attack.", the reporter's voice explained, "Our very own lightning engineer has just been transformed into a villain who calls himself Spotlight."

The camera turned to show the man who was wearing a mostly white outfit with some yellow accents and had various lights mounted onto his shoulders and head.

"Another Akuma?", Chloé wondered.

"Poor Ladybug and Chat Noir.", Imme added, "Those two hardly get a break."

"Well it's their problem.", the blonde stated.

A/N: We're getting close to the end I think. Not much more until Chloé accepts her new role.