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Chapter 25

Marinette didn't remember much of what happened last night after Alya left. She recalled telling her best friend about the multiple kisses with Chat Noir whilst she was Marinette, but after that was a bit of a blur. The young designer believed they had gotten to talking about the different victims Ladybug and Chat Noir battled in past, then Hawkmoth, and then the struggle of leading her double life. Marinette was pretty sure Alya even offered to help out and act as her cover when she needed to transform.

The half-awake bluenet shifted in her bed, pivoting her head to see Tikki sleeping on her over-sized cat pillow. Marinette's bluebell eyes trailed over to her alarm clock which read seven o'clock. Great, the one time she woke up on time, it was a Saturday. Marinette figured she should still get up and around…make use of the extra time since she was already awake.

The blue-haired girl gently pulled her covers off and swung her legs over the side of her loft bed, careful not to wake her slumbering kwami. Once in the clear, Marinette descended the staircase to her computer.

She jiggled the mouse to light up her computer's monitor to be met with several pictures of Adrien's perfect face. Instantly, Marinette flashed back to her tender kiss with the boy of her dreams and the way his lips melted into hers, the fireworks she felt that reminded her of—nope…Marinette was not going to somehow wander back to thinking of Chat Noir again…nope.

However, now that she thought of her silly kitty, she wondered if Alya had posted anything about him on her blog. What was she thinking? Marinette was purposely looking for blurbs about her partner the same way did with Adrien…but why? She had never thought to look up Chat Noir on the internet before, much less Alya's Ladyblog.

Well, since she already had the thought of her best friend's blog running through her mind, Marinette pulled up a new tab and typed in the link for the Ladyblog. All seemed normal when her screen was soon covered in red with black spots and pictures of herself suited up all throughout the page. Only, Marinette was most definitely not prepared for had become the new buzz on the blog.

Adrien's emerald orbs shot open quickly and, soon after, his body followed the same speed of sitting upright in his swivel chair. The blond looked around his room, trying to remember what he was doing before he passed out, dead tired at his desk. His gaze trailed over to Plagg, who was curled up on a pillow on his bed. His bed was still made, which meant he never slept in it last night.

The model shook the last bits of sleep out of his head as he looked over at his computer monitors. The three screens were black, which lead Adrien to grow even more curious about what he couldn't remember he had been doing the previous night. So, he did the most logical thing and jiggled his mouse to wake up his monitors.

That was right, he was on the Ladyblog…but why? What had he been—oh, right…he was trying to find out Ladybug's identity under the mask. Adrien scratched his head as his memory blanked out on him.

However, being that he was already on Alya's blog, the blond figured he might as well scroll through to see if anything was posted since he fell asleep at the keyboard. Much to his luck, there was an update made: a picture with a caption at the top.

It was a high definition photo of Ladybug sitting in a window sill, holding onto the pane, and kissing Adrien. The memory flooded into Adrien's brain and, like a whirlpool, spun around in his mind as he recalled the passionate kiss he and his lady shared after admitting their feelings for one another. What jumped out at him the most was the caption that read, 'Ladybug's Lucky Lover?'.

A deep crimson blush crept up the blond model's face, causing heat to radiate off his cheeks. Adrien would be lying if he said he didn't like the picture, in fact, he loved the photo that captured his now-most-treasured memory. Heck, he wanted to have the original, signed by the love of his life, of course, then framed for his wall.

But, that wishful thinking turned him to wonder where the picture came from, who took it, and how had he or she done so? His best bet was Alya, being that it was her blog; but why would Alya have been at his house at that hour? His mind soon grew crowded with copious questions, all of which he didn't feel like finding answers for. At this point, Adrien didn't care that a picture of him kissing Ladybug was posted for the world to see.

Then, it dawned on him: his father was a part—a small part—of the world.

Marinette wasted no time dialing Alya immediately after she laid eyes of the picture of she and Adrien during their short-lived make out session. There were several rings before the brunette picked up, answering groggily.

"Marinette?" the blogger sounded as if she had just been awoken, "Why are you calling me at, uh…it's early, that much I know. What are you even doing up-"

"Alya! I can't believe you!" Marinette shrieked, fuming with anger and betrayal.

"Whoa, girl, what's wrong?" that certainly startled Alya enough awake to respond to her friend's panicked shrills.

"What's wrong is you were there!" the blue-haired girl accused, stomping her foot at the same time.

"What do mean I was—oh…you saw?" Alya sheepishly remarked, her words squirming weakly out of her mouth.

"Yeah, I saw…what the heck, Alya?" Marinette yelled, but not too loudly to wake her parents, "I mean, you clearly followed me! And you spied on Adrien and me, too! Oh my gosh, you must've ran back when you saw me leave…no, wait, you made the sound last night! The rustle in the leaves! That was you…then you ran back to the bakery which explains why you were so out of breath! Unbelievable!"

"Mari, I'm sorry…truly, I am," Alya pleaded after wincing at her friend blowing a fuse.

Marinette closed her eyes to take a deep breath in through her nose and exhale out from her mouth. She counted to ten in her head and opened her sky orbs once she gained her composure. The blue-haired girl detested getting worked up about things, especially when it led to her getting mad her best friend.

"No, I'm sorry, Alya," Marinette apologized into her phone in a much calmer and remorseful voice, "I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that…the picture just surprised me, and not like a good hamster surprise."

"I know what you mean, girl," the blogger giggled on the other line, remembering the events of the previous night, "I promise I won't follow you and post pictures of you without your consent from now on."

"What? No, I don't care about me being in the picture," the young designer spoke, "You can post…as many pics of me as you like."

"Oh? I thought you were upset about the photo of you," Alya replied, confusion etched in her tone of voice.

"No, not me," Marinette answered, "Adrien."

"Why are you upset about—oh my God, Marinette, I'm so sorry!" the brunette panicked, "I didn't even realize!"

"Adrien's father."

Nathalie sucked in a breath before entering Gabriel's office, clutching her tablet tightly as she strode in. After the door creaked open, she stood in wait to proceed at the entrance.

The elder designer busied himself by pacing back and forth in front of a table, scrutinizing the several sketch books laid out and open to rather basic designs. He vigorously flipped through the pages of the book closest to him, but was quick to throw it back down on the table in disgust. The loud and sudden noise echoed around Gabriel's office, also causing Nathalie to gasp from being jump-scared.

"What is it?" the white-haired man spat, "If it's not important, don't bother me."

"I-It's about your son, Adrien, sir," his assistant stammered as she inched closer.

Gabriel failed to look up at his assistant, he merely kept bashing his designs. He pointed out the sketches'—according to him—countless flaws. Nathalie waited patiently for a response from her boss, but the designer kept talking to himself, uttering terms that she didn't know the meaning of.

"Sir?" Nathalie repeated, raising her voice slightly, "Your son?"

"Ah, yes Adrien…" Gabriel muttered under his breath as he kept flipping through the sketchbooks on the desk. He scrunched up his face at the books before turning to look up at Nathalie and returning his expression to neutral. "Please remind him he has scheduled photoshoots from nine to eleven, then he has his piano lesson at noon, and fencing until three."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir," the dark-haired woman retorted, "But, there is something else."

The designer tilted his head back a bit and arched his brow, signaling Nathalie to approach him. She walked at a somewhat quick pace, carrying the tablet flipped around and in front of her so the screen was facing outward. The Ladyblog was pulled up on the tablet, more specifically, the newest photo of the spotted heroine and Adrien.

Gabriel studied the photo intently, his face remaining expressionless the entire time. The white-haired man took the tablet from his assistant's hands and turned away to walk back to the desk where his supposedly failed designs laid, taunting him.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," the designer said coldly, "You may go."

Nathalie bowed her head and turned on her heel to exit the office. As soon as the door clicked shut, Gabriel placed the tablet down over top over his sketchbooks. He stared at the picture a little while longer before a crooked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"And so, an opportunity has presented itself," Gabriel hummed.

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