10 December, gift number 10:

But before...

9 December 23:28:

Adrien dropped his transformation in his bathroom, and put on his pajamas. The evening at the hospital had been exhausting and at the same time incredibly rewarding. He settled in his bed with the black envelope that Ladybug had given him in one hand. He carefully opened it and came out with a letter written in black ink on what seemed to him to be sketching paper. With the greatest care, he began to read the few words she had left him.

"My kitty,

If there is one thing Master Fu has taught me, it's that there's a time for everything. I think when the right time comes to reveal itself, we will know. I think this will present itself to us as a no-brainer, but in the meantime we must be patient and close-knit. However, this does not prevent me, in my turn, to give you the opportunity to learn a few things about me.

I actually like video games, and more specifically Ultimate Mecha Strike whose 4th opus will be released soon (and I'm reallyexcited about that) occasionally, if you also play this game, I could maybe show you what Ladybug really is worth in front of a video game.

I am also a fan of Jagged Stone and I also appreciate what Clara Nightingale does. Even if I admit that since our meeting with Frightningale her rhymes sometimes give me goosebumps.

I love historical and legendary films, in this category, I love Gladiator and Troy.

And more recently, I've enjoyed the Heart of the Sea that traces the legend of Moby Dick.

I love Chinese food and I also love pastries and sweet things. What I prefer is raspberry macaroons, by the way, is also what Tikki prefers after a fight.

I think Plagg likes camembert, right? I'm not sure I could stand it...

If you knew my Lady... I'm quite amazed that no one noticed the smell of camembert that mingles with my perfume on a daily basis because of the disgusting tastes of this little black ball of fur.

I hate sauerkraut. And I am unable to eat Brussels sprouts, even with the best will in the world.

I don't know if talking to you about the girl's personality under the mask is necessary. I realize, to my great surprise, that you've got it pretty clear. Yes, I am clumsy and I lack self-confidence. On a daily basis, I aspire to be a little more like Ladybug, which according to Tikki is useless, because she keeps repeating to me, that with or without the mask I remain Ladybug, a person with a big heart, altruistic and courageous. I dare to believe that she is right.

Of course she's right, he thought.

It's true that in her beginnings his partner had been clumsy and confused but who would not have been in her place? He, too, made rookie mistakes that day.

However, since the departure of Master Fu, he sometimes felt that he had found that first-day partner, the one who doubted herself and her qualities, the one who underestimated herself, and yet she was not less brave, intelligent and strong.

She had to believe in herself, just as he did.

What I can tell you to finish this letter is that I love artistic activities, I love imagining, creating, designing, and whatever I do, I do it to the end.

Your Lady. "

He was not surprised by this ability: after all, she had an unlimited imagination when it came to using the most unlikely objects provided by her Lucky Charm to beat Hawkmoth super-villains.

That last part of the description reminded him of another blue-eyed gril who was incredibly talented and inventive in her field.

Marinette reminded her of Ladybug in many ways, if she hadn't been so clumsy...

Clumsy, like... her Lady...

No, it was just a coincidence. He had vaguely suspected Marinette a few times and finally had a proof ending this hypothesis, he had seen her in the company of Ladybug when she had helped them, brilliantly, by carrying the Mouse's Miraculous.

Adrien carefully put the letter in the envelope and slid it into the drawer of his bedside table.

He went to bed, happy and grateful to see that his Lady had lent herself to the game, agreeing to reveal to him, in turn, some personal information concerning her.

10 December 07:09:

Marinette carefully unwrapped the gift bearing number 10. It was a small red bag with a multitude of snowmen flanked on it.

In this bag, there was a transparent Christmas ball in which a photo of the heroic duo was slipped.

It was a picture of them banging their fists as they used to do after every victory.

Marinette, who had installed a tiny Christmas tree with a light garland on her desk, next to her sewing machine, hastened to hang the gift of Chat Noir.

There, her little Christmas tree was perfect.

To Be Continued...