Chapter 11: A Complicated Relationship

And as Marinette was given good news, back at the Le Grand Paris hotel, Chloe was trying her best to have a quiet afternoon, after a morning that she deemed a colossal disaster. She had scheduled a full body massage with hot stones, followed by an hour at the sauna, only to find out that the person who was in charge with the reservations for the Spa, switched her with another hotel guest, making it impossible for her to enjoy her spa treatment. To make matters worse, she broke one of her nails, while searching for what to wear on that Saturday, in her wardrobe. And then, at lunch, she was supposed to have lunch with both her parents, but her dad was unable to come, because of a last-minute meeting, and she was forced to have lunch just with her mother. Through most of the meal, Audrey ignored Chloe, and when she addressed her, she always called her by a name that was not hers. She called her Cristina, Christy, Celeste and even Carol, but never Chloe. All that made her feel both angry and heartbroken, at the same time. It was only when she returned to her suite that she felt both safe and at peace, while thinking the same thing, once more: the faster her mother left back to New York, the sooner she would have some peace and quiet, and all the anxiety and stress she was under, would be driven off, until she came back again.

Pollen did her best to cheer her up, but even with her good disposition and enthusiasm, the bee kwami was only able to lift Chloe's spirits a little. Even so, Chloe appreciated the effort. She knew she could always count on her kwami to try and make her feel better, when things did not go as planned. Sating on the bed, the two had decided to spend the rest of the afternoon watching television. But no matter which the channel or the streaming service, there just seemed not be a single thing that was worth watching. This led to Chloe to continue to think about all the things that happened to her that morning, and making her feel miserable.

"God must hate me, Pollen… first my morning is a complete disaster, and now there's nothing good to watch." -Chloe sighed. –"Having my mom around is the worst." -she declared. –"She makes me feel so… I don't even know if there's a word to describe just how bad I feel…"

"You should have let me go with you; when you went to lunch, you know?" -Pollen asked her.

"I know, but I didn't want you to get all blue, or feeling incapable of doing anything, as I had lunch with my mother." -Chloe told her, as she landed on blonde's left hand. –"I know it's not much, but if I can prevent you from feeling blue or angry, because of the things my mom says, or the way she acts towards me and everyone else, then I'll know that I did a good job protecting you." -she smiled at her kwami.

"And then you say you don't have a heart." -Pollen smiled at Chloe. –"Still, I would have rather be with you and share your pain, than to let you carry all of it on your shoulders." -she declared.

"Well, I'd rather you don't. I don't anyone else feeling bad, because I'm feeling bad." -Chloe stated. –"It's best if it's just one person who feels bad, instead of two." -she sighed.

Once more, the bee kwami saw that her holder was trying to keep everything bad that was happening to her, to herself, and Pollen could not let that happen. She had seen this with a few of her previous holders, and she knew that doing such a thing was never a good idea, because it would end up hurting her holders, as well as the others around them. She knew it was in a person's human nature, to try and prevent the ones they love, from suffering the same way, but in cases like that, one must go against that same nature.

"There you go again, Chloe… don't you see that by saying that, and acting like that, you're only making it worse for yourself?" -Pollen asked her. –"Do you know why beehives need a queen? Because a queen is the one who has the most vital part of the whole beehive. It is the queen who ensures that new bees are born, thus ensuring the survival of the beehive. But in order to do so, she needs to communicate with her subjects, by giving them orders and sharing what it is going on." -she explained to the blonde. –"Do you think that if a queen bee doesn't tell the other bees what's going on, that the beehive will survive? No, it won't. And the same thing will happen to you. If you don't allow others to know what's going on, and to share your problems with them, nothing good will come out of it. Also, you'll get sick, and I don't want that to happen, just like everyone else, who cares about you."

"I know, Pollen, but…"

"But nothing, Chloe. You're not alone… you've got all your friends, and you have me… and you even have Mr. Cuddles, here." -Pollen said, as she hovered next to the teddy bear, grabbed its right paw and pulled it towards Chloe. –"We're all here for you, whenever you needed it the most… even if it's just to give you a hug or a kiss." -she said, as she moved the teddy bear's arms, making it look like it wanted to give Chloe a hug or a kiss.

Without realizing it, Pollen made Chloe giggle, as she remembered of something that had happened to her, a long time ago. She remembered how she met Sabrina, and how the two became friends.

"What? What did I do?" -Pollen asked, puzzled.

"Oh, it's just that you moving Mr. Cuddles like that, it reminded me of how I met Sabrina." -Chloe answered.

"Really? How does a teddy bear, making silly moves, reminds you of that?" -Pollen asked her.

"Well… it's a funny story." -Chloe told her. –"You see, Sabrina and I didn't meet in school. We met much earlier… at one of my dad's meetings, at City Hall." -she said.

(Flashback)

Chloe sneezed for what seemed to her like the thousandth time that afternoon. She was feeling a little cold, and she just wanted to go home and get herself under the sheets with her teddy bear, Mr. Cuddles, which she had brought with her, and watch cartoons. But she knew that that was not going to happen in the next couple of hours. André Bourgeois was on one of his meetings, and after it, he had a press meeting scheduled, in which Chloe was going to appear with him, but not before a photographer could take a few pictures of her dad, holding her in his arms, so they could be used as part of his re-election campaign for mayor.

She did not like City Hall, because it was big, it was a boring and she had no one to talk to. Her butler, Jean, had gone to see if he could find a vending machine, to buy her a juice for her afternoon snack, and had not come back yet. Looking at the huge door of the meeting room, where her had was, Chloe wondered just how long she still had to wait to go home. Tired of doing nothing, of being cold and of waiting for Jean to come back, the little blonde grabbed Mr. Cuddles and decided to go exploring the corridors, hoping to find him, or at the very least, get a little warmer. Holding Mr. Cuddles against her chest, she began to go down the corridor, looking for Jean. A few minutes went by, and she could not find him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Cuddles." -Chloe told her teddy bear. –"J-Jean has to be around here… somewhere." -she said, reassuring the teddy, though deep down, she was reassuring herself. –"Jean! Jean! Where are you?!"

Another minute went by, and there was no sign of jean. Every time she heard footsteps, or people talking, she immediately looked for a place she could hide. In her young and fearful heart and mind, she was afraid that if someone caught her, they would take her to her dad to be punished, for disobeying the order of not leaving the bench next to the meeting room's door. Hiding behind vases, statues, and even benches, little Chloe managed to not being seen, while continuing to search for Jean. But the more she walked, the more tired she felt. And it did not take long to realize that she had gotten lost. It was then, when she turned a corner that she saw a little girl seated on a bench, just like she had been. She had red hair, wore glasses, and was wearing a puffy blue sweater, a pair of purple jeans and the cutest red tennis shoes Chloe had ever seen. She also noticed that she was wearing a purple scarf around her neck and that she was holding in her hands a bee plush, the size of a football. For a moment, she wondered if she should talk to her, or not. She hesitated at first, but then figured that if she stayed in one place, Jean would find her, sooner or later, and she would have someone to talk to, while she waited for him to show up.

"Hello." -Chloe greeted the little redhead girl, who looked at her, but did not answer. –"Hello? Hello?!" -she called her again, while waving her hand at her. –"Hello? Can you hear me? Can't you talk?"

"N-No… I-I m-mean, I can talk. But my daddy says that I shouldn't talk to strangers." -the little redhead girl answered Chloe, while hugging the bee plush against her

"But I'm not a stranger. Everyone here knows who I am." -Chloe said with a smile on her face.

"Uh, not everyone. I don't know who you are." -the little redhead admitted.

"Well, then… I'm Chloe Bourgeois. My daddy's the mayor. And this is Mr. Cuddles, my best friend." -Chloe declared. –"What about you? What's your name?" -she asked her.

"I'm… I'm Sabrina. Sabrina Raincomprix." -Sabrina answered her. –"And, my daddy's a police officer." -she said. –"Oh, and this is Buzz, my plush bee, who's my best friend. Don't worry, she won't sting you. She's a good bee."

Chloe smiled at Sabrina and decided to sit next to her. Sabrina smiled back and asked her if her dad was the mayor, then where was he, and she told her that he was in a meeting. When asking Sabrina where her dad was, she said that he was accompanying his captain, and that they had both entered an office to talk to someone she did not know who it was, and that he had asked her to stay there, waiting for him to come back. In a matter of minutes, the two started to talk about everything.

"You have a butler? Like those in the movies?" -Sabrina asked her.

"Yes, I do. His name is Jean. He's probably looking for me." -Chloe giggled. –"He told me he was going to me a juice, but I got tired of waiting for him, and came looking for him." -she admitted, after which she sneezed.

"Gesundheit." -Sabrina said.

"Thanks." -Chloe thanked her, as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. –"I think I'm getting sick."

"Then… why are you here? Shouldn't you be home, with your mommy?" -Sabrina asked her, curious.

"My mommy's not here… she's on the other side of the Atlantic, working. She's a very important person in the fashion world. And one day, I want to be just like her." -Chloe answered her, before sneezing again. –"Sorry." -she said.

"Here, take this." -Sabrina said, as she pulled her scarf from around her neck and hand it to Chloe. –"It will keep you warm." -she said.

"But won't you get cold?" -Chloe asked her, as she grabbed the scarf and placed it around her.

"It's okay. I'm not very cold, and that will stop you from sneezing." -Sabrina said. –"Also, Buzz doesn't like it when my other friends get cold." -she smiled innocently, as she petted the plush bee.

"Friends?" -Chloe asked admired. –"Does that mean I'm your friend?" -she asked her.

"Yes. That is, if you want to." -Sabrina said. –"I like you and so does Buzz." –she declared.

For Chloe who was not used to hearing such a thing, it felt strange just how easily Sabrina had decided she wanted to be her friend. Still, she liked the idea of having another friend, that was not a teddy bear, or Adrien Agreste. And Sabrina did seem like a nice and friendly girl.

"Okay, we're friends. But that means that you also have to be friends with Mr. Cuddles here." -Chloe said, as she placed the teddy bear in front of Sabrina's face. –"Go on, Mr. Cuddles, give her a kiss." -she playfully said, making Sabrina smile.

(End of Flashback)

"Sabrina gave me her scarf, so I wouldn't get even sicker than I was, and in the end, she too caught a cold that day, but she didn't mind. On that day, we became best-friends… and all because a silly little girl with a teddy bear saw a little girl with a bee plush, sitting all by herself." -Chloe said, as she remembered that day. –"Who would have guessed that such an unlikely friendship would sprout from that encounter?" -she asked Pollen.

"They say the best friendships are the ones that begin by accident." -Pollen stated. –"And you know why?" -she asked her. –"Because those are usually the ones that last the longest… sometimes, for the rest of a person's life."

"For the rest of a person's life, huh? Well, I can tell you one thing. After what happened these last few days, I was reminded that there's such a thing." -Chloe sighed. –"I was reminded that no matter how bad things get, I've got people who are always there for me." -she said, as a tear ran down her face.

"You sure have. And we will all be here, to remind you of that, whenever you forget about it." -Pollen said, when she realized something. –"Wait a moment! You said that Sabrina had a bee plush, when she was little… how come you weren't afraid of it? I thought you were afraid of bees. You ran away from me, and hid underneath the bed, when we both met." -she pointed out.

"I was… and I still am sometimes. But I only began to be afraid of bees, almost a year later. Back when I met Sabrina, I wasn't afraid of bees." -Chloe declared.

"Well, that's explained." -Pollen acknowledged.

"Still, having you around has helped me facing my fear of bees. Heck, even fighting magical supervillains, dressed in black and yellow has also helped a little." -Chloe admitted. –"Also, Sabrina keeps telling me that I shouldn't be afraid of bees, just because one of them stung me, when I was little." -she said. –"She said the bee only did that, because she was afraid of me; after all, I was so big, and she was so small."

"And she was probably right. She really is your best friend. Always encouraging you to be better and to not let the past influence your future." -Pollen stated.

"It's true. I couldn't have asked for a better best friend. She's always there for me… with those beautiful aquamarine eyes, and cute red hair…" -Chloe said, unintentionally whispering the last part of that sentence.

"What did you say? I couldn't hear the last part." -Pollen asked her, curious.

"Uh, nothing. I didn't say anything" -Chloe said. –"Why do I keep saying that she's got beautiful eyes? I'm not lying, she had beautiful eyes… but that's not something I should be saying about my best friend." -Chloe thought to herself. –"Why do I keep having these thoughts? I need to get my head straight."

Before they could continue their conversation, Chloe's cell phone started to ring.

"Who could that be?" -Pollen asked, as the blonde reached for it.

"It's my dad. Probably to apologize for not being able to have lunch with us." -Chloe said, before answering the call. –"Hey, daddy!" -she exclaimed.

"Hello, honey." -André said. –"So sorry for not being able to have lunch with you and your mom." -he told her.

"It's okay, daddy, lunch was… well, it was not the same, without you." -Chloe told him, while trying her best not to make him realize that she was feeling a little down, because her mom. –"But you can make it up to us, at dinner." -she said.

"I'll be sure to do that, honey." -André said. –"But honey, there's a reason why I called you… I don't know if you have any plans for today with your friends, but if you don't, would you mind keeping your mom company?" -he asked her.

"Keeping mom company?" -Chloe asked, him.

"Yes. I don't know if she told you, but she's got a lot of work making sure that everything will be perfect for the gala she's organizing, next week. And I'm sure that she would like it, if you kept her company, and even give her a couple of suggestions." -André told his daughter. –"I promised her I would help her out, but I'll be stuck in my office for the rest of the afternoon. Could you do that for me, honey?" -he asked her.

"She hardly even acknowledges my presence, daddy. Whether I'm standing next to her, or not, the result will be the same." -Chloe thought to herself. –"No, I don't have anything scheduled for this afternoon. I can keep mom company." -she sighed, knowing she could not say no to her father. Unlike her mother, Chloe's relation with her father was incredible. –"But it will be just like I said before. Mom won't even notice I'm there… just like she hardly acknowledges she has a daughter."

"Oh, thank you, Chloe… oh, we're going to have to cut this conversation short. I'll see you tonight, honey." -André said, as he hung up.

The face that Chloe made, as her father hung up, perfectly captured her will of spending the afternoon, keeping her mother company. After the way lunch had gone, Chloe did not feel like seeing, or even hearing her mother, until it was time for dinner. Still, she had made a promise to her father, and she had to keep it.

"You don't look like you want to spend the afternoon with your mom." -Pollen told her.

"And I don't… If I could, I would just ignore her until it was dinner time, but I made a promise to my dad, and I can't fail him." -Chloe sighed, as she turned of the television. –"You don't have to come, if you don't…"

"Don't even finish that sentence. I'm not leaving you alone, with your mom. Not this time." -Pollen said, as she flew inside the left pocket of Chloe's pants. –"And if she starts to badmouth you, or anything else, I'll use my powers and create a little twister that will tousle her hair." -she playfully told her.

"No, you're not. As much as she would deserve it, and I don't want to risk her, or anyone else finding out about you." -Chloe said, as she gently petted her on the head.

It was not hard for Chloe to find out where her mother was, especially after she spent most of their lunch, talking about it. Audrey had practically turned the hotel's ballroom into Fort Knox, not letting anyone or anything in, or out, without her permission. Like she had told her daughter, when she first arrived from New York, she needed to get people to see her in a good light. And to do that, she was going to do one of the things she loved to do the most, host a gala. Audrey Bourgeois was known for three things. First, for being one of the biggest names in the fashion world. Second, for being the wife of the mayor of Paris. And third, for the incredible galas and parties she hosted. Everyone knew that she was famous for hosting the best parties and galas in the city of Paris. Anyone, who was anyone was invited to them, which meant there would be a swarm of paparazzi waiting for the guests to arrive, so they could photograph them. It was the kind of publicity that Audrey wanted, right then.

But like every other time one of these parties happened, it was going to take Audrey at least a few days to fully decide how the room that was going to host the event would look like. One day she would be inspired and decorate things one way, only for having that night a dream, that would inspire her to redecorate things another way. And that was just the first two attempts, because she would then go back to the first attempt, only to realize she hated it, and to try something completely different from before. Usually, it would only be at the fifth or sixth try that she would finally choose how the place would look like for the party. And this time it would not be any different.

As she entered the ballroom, Chloe saw her mother talking on the phone with someone she believed was her assistant in New York, because she kept berating and insulting her, while claiming that if she did not get things right, she would be replaced, once she got back to the United States. At the same time, the ballroom looked like a field of war. Everything looked upside down and inside out, with the hotel staff walking around, busy, or at least, trying to look busy, moving things

"Mother." -Chloe said, as she approached Audrey, who had just finished her phone call.

"What?!" -Audrey asked, as she noticed Chloe. –"Oh, it's you, Clarice. What are you doing here? Can't you see I'm busy?" -she asked her, once again calling Chloe by another name, before turning her attention to one of the hotel's employees. –"Hey, you! What did I tell you about removing these curtains and placing the red velvet ones? I want to see which ones will look better! Come on, my husband doesn't pay you to sleep on the job! Either do what I tell you, or I'll make sure that you'll be out of a job!"

The way she talked to the young man, made Chloe's skin crawl, and not because she was afraid, but because she was disgusted with her mother's attitude. Right then, she just felt like yelling at her, and scold her for her behaviour, and for failing to call her by her given name. But she decided not to do it, because she did not want to make a scene, and because she had promised her dad, that she would help her mother.

"Daddy asked me to come and help you, because he'll be stuck in City Hall until it's almost time for dinner." -Chloe said, trying her best not to get angry at Audrey, for how she was treating the staff. Ever since she had flipped the page, Chloe felt bad every time one of the members from the staff was treated badly by one of the guests. –"I know I was just as bad, as she is being right now, but at least I've learned not to treat the staff like… like she's doing right now." -she thought to herself.

"What? Your father is once again stuck in one of those ridiculous meetings?! I know he's the mayor of this town, but don't tell me that whatever problems there might be, couldn't wait until Monday, or at the very least, tomorrow?!" -Audrey –"Besides me, he's one of the few people in the hotel who has any taste!" -she sighed. –"I guess I'll just have to plan all this by myself and see if everything works."

Sighing, Chloe saw that her mother was doing alright on her own, and seemingly did not want her help. Like it happened in the past, Audrey managed to always find a way to exclude her own daughter of whatever she did. But this time, Chloe was not going to cry or act like she wanted to be there. As much as it hurt her, for her mother not wanting her around her, she was going to march out of there and go to her bedroom, where she and Pollen would find something to keep themselves entertained. But as she was about to walk out of the ballroom, Audrey called her.

"Where do you think you're going, Carly?!" -Audrey asked her daughter. –"It's not that your taste is as exquisite as mine, or your father's, but maybe you can help." -she said.

When she heard her mother saying those words, Chloe felt her heart being filled with both happiness and sadness, at the same time. Happiness because her mother wanted her help. And sadness, because once more Audrey called her by another name. But more importantly, because she knew it was only a matter of time, before she forgot she was even there.

"You can start by choosing which colour the napkins should be, and what's the best shape for them to be folded in." -Audrey said, while pointing to the table next to her, where there were numerous napkins folded in different shapes, which Chloe recognized from her etiquette classes, when she was younger. –"When you finish, let me know, so I can see it and decided if you chose well, or not, Carmen."

"Very well, mother." -Chloe gritted her teeth, hating that her mother insisted on not calling her real name, as she walked to the table and looked at what's on top of it. –"O-kay, let's see… fleur de Lis, pyramid, Bishop's hat, bird of paradise, Opera house, waterlily, swan… so many to choose from." -she said, as she contemplated the numerous napkins of different colours. –"And all these colours… which one's the right one?"

Just as she had anticipated, it did not take long for Audrey to forget she was there. Chloe was forced to remind her that she was there, by calling her, after she was given a task. All the while, Audrey continued to yell and scoff of the hotel's staff, which she had handpicked to help her with the redecoration of the ballroom. More than once, she wanted to berate at her mother and tell her that if she continued to behave like that, that she would slap her. But she kept it to herself, knowing fully well that if she did something like that, she would get into trouble, and most likely, get grounded.

Even so, like everyone else, her patience had limits, and hers reached its limit, when her mother called her by a name that was not hers, for the fifth time, in the space of an hour. So as not to open her mouth and tell her mother a couple of truths, Chloe stormed out of the ballroom, almost bumping into one of the employees, who was carrying a couple of chairs on his arms. All the while, Audrey continued to bark orders at everyone, ignoring that her daughter had left. And Chloe was not the only one who was feeling mad. Pollen herself had to restrain herself, from using her powers on Audrey. As they entered the elevator, the bee kwami asked herself how could have someone so despicable, and downright unsympathetic, given birth to a sweet and loving girl like Chloe.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that Chloe must have been adopted. Other than her looks, she didn't inherit anything else form her mother." -Pollen thought to herself.

Already back in her suite, Chloe threw away her shoes and threw herself onto one of the sofas, and grabbed a pillow and placed it on her face, before screaming from top of her lungs. Hovering in the air, Pollen sighed and waved her head, while feeling sorry for Chloe.

"Are you okay?" -Pollen asked her, knowing what Chloe would answer her. –"I'm actually surprised you stayed with your mom for as long as you did, without popping a vein." -she added, as she landed on the blonde's right leg.

"So am I." -Chloe said, her voice muffled by the pillow. –"You have no idea… You have no idea just how hard it was for me not to yell at her, every time she treated anyone the way she always does." -she sighed. –"My mom is usually unpleasant, with anyone she thinks is not up to her standards, but today… today she was being more than unpleasant. She was being absolutely nasty to everyone who showed up in front of her, including me."

It was hard for Chloe to have to deal with all that. Her mother, as far as she could remember, had always been like that. But Chloe did not mind, or even bothered about it, because as she grew up, little by little, she was becoming like Audrey, sharing her view of how the world supposedly was. A world where people were only as good as their bank account was. But now that she no longer shared that view, it bothered her to see her treating people the way she did. It made her feel sad and positively mad.

"That woman… Pollen, I know I already asked you this, but how can I both love and hate someone, like my mother?! I mean, I should just hate her, for the way she makes me feel and the way she treats me, most of the time, not to mention everyone else!" -Chloe shouted into the air, feeling frustrated about all that. –"But then… I can't. Why? Why can't I just hate her, and get it over with?!" -she asked, once again, her voice revealing just how frustrated that whole thing was making her.

"Because she's still your mom. She's the only one you have… also, human feelings are the most complicated things in the universe, as I see it. When you're sad, you can still feel happy, even if it's only for a short moment. Just as you can be incredibly happy, and suddenly, for one reason or another, you become sad." -Pollen told her. –"You may want to hate your mom, but like I said before, she's the only one you have, and she's the one who brought you into this world. Whether you like it or not, you two have a bond that can't be broken that easily." -she said. –"Also, your heart is too big for you to truly hate anyone. It's just not in you."

"Well, I wish I could break that bound, and to just hate her… because of her, I always feel sad, like I don't mean anything to her. Over the years, I always hoped that she would change and show me that she at least loves me, somehow, someway that doesn't involve expensive gifts…" -Chloe sighed, frustrated. –"Also, because of my mom, I nearly lost Sabrina's friendship this last week." -she declared.

"I know… still, there's nothing you can do." -Pollen told her.

"Yes, there is. I can get out of here, even if it's just for a little bit, so I don't have to deal with her." -Chloe said. –"I'm going for a walk." -she declared.

"That'll do you good. You'll be able to forget about all that happened, and just relax." –Pollen smiled at her.

"No, not that kind of walk, Pollen." -Chloe said. –"It's the other kind of walk. The kind that I'm not me, but I'm still me." -she told her.

"Oh, I get it." -Pollen understood her. –"Whenever you are ready, I'm ready, my queen." -she smiled at her.

"Thanks, Pollen. I know I shouldn't use my powers just to feel myself a little better, but…" -Chloe said.

"It's alright. Besides, you're not the only one who sometimes uses your powers to spend her time in the sky, away from everyone. Rose and Juleka also do that, whenever they want to be alone, according to what Flint and Tamara tell me. And I shouldn't even tell you that Daria says that when she feels bored, Alix likes to see just how many times she can circle around the whole city in fifteen minutes." -Pollen said. –"Now, when you're ready, just say the word." -she smiled.

"Okay… let's go. Pollen, transforme moi!" -Chloe exclaimed.

This chapter has taken a lot from me. It wasn't easy to write it, even though it was not a very complicated chapter, because my health hasn't been the best lately. Last week, I found out that I suffer from neuralgia. But it's not as severe or as serious as it sounds, because in my case, is a minor case, which is caused by stress, anxiety and depression, and it is unrelated to any other major disease. That's the good news... and no, there aren't any bad news, this time. Even so, because this particular episode of neauralgia affected my left arm, I was afraid that it could be the beginning of a heart attack, and that sent me into a full blown anxiety attack (more than, one by the way). Still, I already went to my doctor, who prescribed me a couple of suplements, as well as a couple blood tests, just to be sure that everything is alright, which he believes so, because of my medical history. Anyways, you can imagine just how this affected my will to write, as well as my artistic vein. But I'm already better now.

Regarding this chapter, well, I wanted to explore a little further Chloe and Audrey's relationship, which is not exactly a healthy one, as most of you have noticed. Next, we're going back to the Agreste Manor, and see just how tea times goes. :)

As always, feel free to comment, fav and leave your suggestions to improve this fic, or future ones. Oh, and before I forget, I've recently commissioned the artist 27Smiles to work on a new Miraculous Team illustrating project, which involves Halloween (I know, I know, it's either too late, or too early to talk about Halloween, given we're near Christmas, but still, there isn't a date for getting beautiful things drawn, especially if you like our heroes). If you want to see Marinette dressed as Hatsune Miku, or Nino dressed as Miles Morales, or even Chloe dressed as Spider-Gwen, or even Rose as Tinkerbell, among others, check out 27Smiles page on Deviantart. You won't regret it.