AN: Okay so I usually update on Sundays, but given the fact that this is probably the shortest chapter yet I figured I would post this one and then this coming Sunday post chapter 7. So two updates this week, yay! :D Hope you guys like it!

Lila was a patience girl when it came to getting what she wanted. Planning things out was one of her strengths, as was acting in a moment's notice. She had learned from an early age that time can be one's greatest adversary when needed and thus she planned her next ploy cleverly.

One thing was for certain, she needed to know everything she could about Marinette and more specifically her family's bakery.

Their website was pretty informative, with details on their opening and closing times, as well as what they offer. On Saturday morning, Lila decided to put her plan into action, scanning the list of pastries and other baked goods of the official website, her phone in hand ready to dial.

Macrons

Crossaints

Candy Apples

Cakes: Wedding Cakes, Birthday cakes

Baguettes

Loaves of bread

Bonbons

Lollipops

Caramel chocolates

Chocolates

Chocolate chip cookies

The list of delicious treats made her stomach grumble for some breakfast but was ignored. Lila pressed the call button on her phone and waited for Mr. Dupain, or Mrs. Cheng to answer.

"Thank you for calling Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, home of the best bread in Paris. This is Sabine, how can I help you?"

"Hello!" Lila greeted back, "I'm-" don't use your real name. "Vola Pina and I would like to place an order for pick up."

"Wonderful!" Marinette's mother exclaims happily, customer service was her best asset, " What would you like?"

Smirking she said, "Well, my best friend is getting married in about a week, so we're going to need a lot of food. I've never ordered from your bakery before so I'm not sure how to go about the process."

"That's fine. Well, usually someone places an order and we bake it and you pay the amount due when you pick up your order."

"Oh, alright, how long will it take to make a three-tier wedding cake with about five dozen cookies and two dozen macrons?"

"Oh, wow," Sabine laughs, "That's quite a lot. If the wedding is in a week, then we'll have to hurry. Well, it should take no more than a couple of days, since we do have other orders before, but they're very small. We should have it ready by Wednesday, would that be alright with you?"

"Yes! It would be perfect! Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver! How much is the total?"

There was some clicking from a calculator before Sabine answeres, "With tax included, it's going to be around 800.60 Euros in total."

"That's perfect," Lila smirks, making mental adjustments to her new plans. "I'll pay when I arrive this coming Wednesday."

"See you soon!"

Lila hangs up and snickers to herself. She grabs her camera and smirks at the lenses, "Sooner than you'll think."

Monday rolled by without a hitch, and Lila waited until the perfect moment to sneak in. It was 9:00 in the morning, their school has been going for a little over an hour, and after talking to her classmates via laptop, she saw Marinette was already in class.

Smirking to herself, Lila entered the bakery, where Marinette's mother was happily greeting customers. Seeing there was already a line that leads almost to the door, Lila could easily slip past everyone, casually observing the display cases, and moving closer and closer to the back door that leads deeper into the Dupain-Cheng's home. She carefully opened the door and saw no one was coming. Glancing back behind her to make sure no one was watching, Lila slipped in and hurried down the hallway to the stairs.

She knew from the television interview with Jagged Stone that Marinette's room was at the top of the building, and since her parents were busy with customers, Lila didn't need to be quiet, with all the commotion going on downstairs, Marinette's parents wouldn't notice they had an intruder in their home.

She hurried upstairs until she found the trapdoor that leads to Marinette's bedroom. Smirking, she climbs up the ladder and carefully peeks inside. Marinette's room was covered in pink. Everywhere she looked there was pink, soft pink walls, dark pink rug, pink chaise lounge, and so on.

Lila rolls her eyes, stepping up and shutting the trap door behind her, "Your taste in design is as bad as you, Marinette." She shuffles around, camera in hand, snapping a few pictures of the Adrien shrine pinned to her wall next to her computer, as well as the Adrien wallpaper theme covered in swirly hearts on her desktop.

Also in pink. Yuck!

Now, where was that schedule Alya had told her about? Lila couldn't see it anywhere, surely it had to be somewhere in here, right? Unless Marinette kept it in a secret place outside of her room.

No, Lila shakes her head, Alya said that it was in here.

She walked over to the loft and stepped up the white ladder to the platform above. Marinette's bed was neatly made with several fluffy pillows arranged over a pink and brown striped cat pillow. Above her bed was a small bookshelf holding books and a cube-shaped nightlight with carved in crescent moon and some stars.

Lila huffs, aggravated and oh-so-tempted to trash the place, but she can't without leaving a trace of herself behind.

A small, oddly shaped box on her bed, caught the Italian girl's attention. Looking at it, it was a pink semi-circle box with white polka-dots all over it.

Curious, Lila opens the box and sees a small mirror on the inside of the top lid and a small, semi-circle notebook possessing the same pink and polka-dot looks as the box itself, with a pen in its sleeve. Smiling, she reaches in to grab the diary.

The lid snaps shut.

Lila yanks out her hand before it does, growling at the trap accusingly, "What are you hiding, Marinette?" She tries to pry it open again, but it was no use, the thing was locked tight.

Darn.

She'll have to figure out another way to get to it. Not wanting to pass up this opportunity, Lila snatches the box and stuffs it into her jacket. Before scaling down the ladder again and looking around the room for Adrien's schedule. Her olive eyes dart to the ceiling where a string with a loop hung.

Bingo.

She grabs the string and yanks it down, unraveling a massive screen decorated in marker with times and dates. It was Adrien's schedule.

Squealing quietly to herself, Lila takes out her camera and snaps a picture of it.

Her job finally done, Lila carefully slips down the trap door and begins her descent down to the bakery, she managed to sneak through the kitchen once again and head outside to her freedom. Looking at her phone, it was close to lunchtime. Perfect. She'll make it home before anyone from school recognizes her.

Marinette arrived at home right after school and upon entering the bakery, she felt something was off. It was like the second she entered the doors, an eerie force of some kind surrounded her, like a haunting spirit yet to crossover into the afterlife. It made the baby black hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

She tried to ignore it, believing she was just overwhelmed with school and Lila, but at the thought of the Italian girl made Marinette paranoid of her own home.

"Maman! Papa! I'm home!" She calls and is greeted by their distant calls from another part of the bakery, the kitchen. Curious, as her mother usually runs the front counter and cashier, Marinette ventures to the back to see her mom and dad hard at work, cutting out chocolate chip cookies, and mixing ingredients in a massive metal bowl. "Wow, what's the order?"

"We received an order for a wedding cake and several dozens of cookies."

Marinette couldn't say she was surprised, it wasn't uncommon for her parents to receive catering orders and her dad was always up for the challenge. Tom Dupain took pride in his work and usually never turned down a task that would reignite his passion for baking delicious treats.

She smiles, "Do you guys need any help?" She didn't have any homework as Miss Busteir was very kind to her these past few days, probably picking up that Marinette was having trouble in school. Part of her was tempted to drop out and attend another school, but doing that would only prove that Lila had control and she wasn't about to give that liar the satisfaction.

"No, we're good!" Her father proclaimed happily, he put several pans full of cake mix into the hot oven and set the timer. "You go do your own thing, Mari. We'll call you if we need any help."

She giggles, before making her way upstairs to the living room. The strange feeling did not go away, in fact, she felt it was getting stronger the deeper she walked into her house. Making it to the second set of stairs that led to her bedroom the paranoia was getting too extreme.

"Tikki," She calls, her kwami darts out from her purse, "Am I being paranoid, or does it feel like something isn't right here?"

Tikki nods, "I feel it too, Marinette. Something's wrong."

The fashion designer sighs, shaking her head, "What if I'm being too paranoid? I'm probably thinking too much about Lila and her lies that it's making me believe the walls have eyes."

Her kwami shakes her head, "Marinette, don't rule out anything if it bothers you this much. As Ladybug your senses are heightened to the most extreme, even when you're out of costume, you still have the intuitions that let you know when something's amiss. I can feel it too."

Marinette bites her lip, looking up at the white square that was her trapdoor, "Be ready." She warned, Tikki nods, and she opens the door carefully, peeking in before throwing it the rest of the way open. Carefully, stepping inside, Marinette scans the room with keen eyes, noting nothing was out of place. Yet it did not yield her concerns. Something was wrong, she knows it.

"Do you see anything out of place?" She asks her friend, Tikki scans the room as well and shakes her head.

"I don't see anything different, Marinette."

This did not satisfy her though, her gut feeling was screaming something was wrong and she couldn't rest until she found out what it was. Her and Tikki split up searching through the bedroom, Marinette checking the lower level of the bedroom, while Tikki scavaged through the loft. Then they switched, it justified with the fact that it was always good to get a second opinion.

Marinette ascended the ladder to her loft and immediately saw what was wrong. Anger coursed through her veins as she leered at her bed.

She explodes. "Tikki! That bitch stole my diary!"