Okay, so I'm really sorry about the month long wait. School started up and I got distracted and as I'm typing this I have two projects going on so I am really just procrastinating...

In celebration of me finally watching up to season two episode twenty, here's a chapter about Piper and Marinette at a fashion show.

I really don't feel like doing key points now, so we'll just skip that part. Nothing important to say really.

STORY TIME

Marinette bit her lip softly as she held the boxes in her hands. Being invited to an Agreste fashion show was a tremendous honor to Marinette and she was beside herself in nerves. On top of that, her cousin Piper McLean was going to model in it and was going to model Marinette's designs and oh my gods.

She was kind of proud of herself for not throwing up yet, though she shouldn't count her eggs before they hatch.

It didn't help that the entry hall was mostly empty and those who were in there didn't give her one look. Or maybe she should be happy at that. The less attention, the better. Tapping her fingers nervously, she worried that the design didn't fit the perimeters or theme of the show. Maybe it wouldn't fit Piper, she panicked. Piper aside, there was another reason why Marinette was so strung up. Adrien, the son of Gabriel, poster model, her crush since the start of the year, was going to model one of her other designs.

Oh she was so screwed.

Tapping her foot and humming vaguely, she contemplated leaving. Just walk out the door and have them find someone else. As soon as she thought that, she felt a pang of guilt. Here she was, a baker's daughter, taking part in one of the most popular fashion shows and she was thinking of leaving?

Marinette sighed and resigned herself go a few more minutes of awkwardly waiting when the door opened and a pair of blonds walked through. Her breath caught in her throat. Was she supposed to go over there? Was she allowed? Before she could answer her own questions, Adrien caught sight of her and waved a hand, as if to invite her over.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over, the two boxes still in her arms. She paid her greetings to the older Agreste. "Hello Mr Agreste. Or, I mean, sir," she floundered on the name.

He acknowledged her greeting with a nod of his head. "Ms Dupain-Cheng." Not my name, she snapped in her head. That's my foster parents.

He looked at the boxes. "I assume you have a model for your other outfit." It was a statement, not a question. If a designer didn't have a model for their other outfit, then they were removed from the show.

Marinette hurriedly nodded. "Of course. My cousin is coming over from America to model the outfit."

Adrien intercepted the conversation. "Does your cousin have experience with modeling, Marinette?"

She nodded with a near invisible flush to the ears. "Yes. You could say that." She smiled at the two, trying to display the confidence she didn't feel.

Mr Agreste nodded. "I hope that this cousin of yours does have experience, for both of our sakes. In the mean while, Adrien will be showing you where you may set up your things."

With that, he walked away, leaving both his son and his friend staring after him. Adrien looked back at his blue haired classmate. "Well, shall we?"

XXX

The room she was shown had a shelf of fabric and sewing supplies in one corner with a chair shoved in another and a huge vanity in the middle of the wall. In another corner were a few mannequins. Okay, she could work with this. Opening her box with the outfit for Piper she took it out and put it on a mannequin, checking for any holes or tears that she could've missed. While doing so, Tikki flew out of her purse.

"You never told me you had a cousin!" she squeaked.

Marinette shrugged, "Wasn't really important."

Tikki made a sound that left no doubt about what she felt about that answer. Before the kwamii could open her mouth, no doubt to lecture her user, a knock on the door cut her off. The door flew open as a brunette stood in the doorway. Piper grinned as she called out: "Honey, I'm home!"

"We're in a fashion room."

"Close enough."

"Thousands of miles away from our actual home."

"Okay, we're going to play a game called Shut Up."

Marinette rolled her eyes as Piper made herself home, wearing a baggy cropped long sleeve, basketball shorts, and a hoddie wrapped around her waist. What Marinette deemed more proof that she really was Piper was her hair. The chestnut brown was still choppy and uneven, but had grown so that, put in a updo, one could never tell.

Which was exactly what Marinette planned to do.

"Did anyone see you?" she asked as she tugged her to stand in the middle of the room. Piper made a negative sound. "Nope. Maybe the cameras, but not a person."

She hummed as Marinette showed her the outfit. Then backtracked as a gleam entered her blue eyes. Things never tend to do well when Marinette had that look.

XXX

Marinette had to admit, she was very nervous. More so than that morning. Alya, Tom, and Sabine were next to her as they surveyed and watched in awe at the various outfits and designs. Adrien went first, with her outfit on. The blues and blacks accented his body, and the subtle smokey make up made his green eyes positively glow.

Marinette felt light headed.

When he finished off with the Agreste designed outfit, applause broke out and Alya elbowed her. Marinette spared her a smile and waited in anticipation when Piper was called. They didn't announce her name and nobody saw her that morning beside Marinette.

So it was quite a shock when she came onstage. Her hair was up in a messy, yet stylish, looking bun with strands of hair framing her face. A delicate looking diadem twisted around the top of her head with a silver star glittering proudly in the middle. Her dress had one strap, keeping an arm bare, and stopped a few inches above the knee, showing Piper's long legs. Her dress had little white at the top and darkened to a dark blue to a black. White spots imitated stars and golden sun earrings completed the look.

Aphrodite would approve.

XXX

When the show was down, both off the girls avoided other people and went to the room, where Piper changed back. After throwing on her hoodie, and making it so it covered most of her face, they snuck out and stopped for icecream on the way to the park.

Marinette conviently forgot about Tikki the entire time.

Meanwhile, Gabriel Agreste was looking at a picture if his wife, trying to come to terms with the fact that Piper McLean, daughter of Tristan McLean, was cousins with a baker's daughter. They didn't even look alike.

He hummed as he set the photo down. It might be worth to keep an eye on the blue haired girl. Just in case she proves to be than she looks.