"So that's it?" Marinette asked sadly. "It's over?"

Adrien nodded, just as disappointed. "I-I guess so..."

Their breakup was a bittersweet one, a thing they both didn't want to happen, but they knew it was better this way.

They couldn't handle the long distance relationship.

Marinette had been accepted into one of the best art and design school in England, while Adrien chose to get a physics degree in Nice.

They had tried making it work, they had tried so hard, but somewhere through out their Christmas break they realized that this wasn't working.

They both went back to their life, contact slowly got lost, especially that on Marinette's side with friends and old classmates.

Slowly months turned into years, as time passes by almost unnoticed.

She had been in Paris time and time again over the seven years, mainly to see her parents, and to tour through her home town.

But this time she wasn't there simply for her parents, she had worked non-stop in London, working at a popular company.

That was until she got a mail from Gabriel's, asking her to work for them back in Paris, she got to work on a big part of upcoming lines.

So that's how she come back to the city of lights, ready to start a new life yet again.

She got her own flat and her own working station at the company.

Her life was good and well until scars of the past reopened.

The moment Adrien had turned eighteen he had put his foot down, telling his father he didn't want to continue modelling all the time, telling him he'd rather have a course in Physics.

So he did.

He studied in Nice for almost five years, after that he'd decided to teach in front of a class back in Paris, resulting in him reconnecting with Nino, Alya and Chloe.

He lived on his own and things were great, he felt free and independent.

Marinette studied her elegant, dark red dress in the mirror once again, looking at the flower design she had woven into it.

The dress had long sleeves, but her shoulders were undressed, showing of her collar. The dress ended just under her knees. Under it she wore sheer black tights and a pair of black pumps with red underside.

She smiled as she made sure the pins were placed correctly into her hair, keeping it half up half down into lose curls.

She exhaled determinedly, she was ready for tonight.

She called a taxi and headed to the party Mr. Agreste was hosting to celebrate their success of the new line.

Slightly anxious she stepped out of the taxi, paying the chauffeur before it drove away.

Outside the building reporters were gathered around the carpet leading into the Grand Paris lobby.

Some had even tried interviewing her for their magazines and blogs, something that kind of flattered her.

She had talked with some colleagues and other famous designers that were there, a lot of them praised her excellent hand work on her dress and said it surely looked authentic.

"Ah, there she is." She heard a familiar voice speak, making her turn around to see her boss walking in her direction, a tall blonde boy following him.

"Good evening, Mr. Agreste." Marinette greeted with a slight bow, a habit she had picked up from her mother.

"I wanted to introduce you to my son," The second he had said son her eyes looked at the blond next to him, who looked at her with almost equal shock. "Adrien."

"Me and Marinette already met, father." Adrien spoke up.

"Is that so?" Gabriel asked, his face was almost as stern as it had always been.

"Yes," Adrien said, looking over at her. "She's the girl I was dating in lycée, remember?"

Gabriel nodded. "Than I'll leave you two to catch up." With that the monotone man turned away and left again.

"It's good to see you again." Marinette finally said, after a short silence.

"Good to see you too."