So what I'm thinking for everyone's ball outfits is their hero/akumatized outfits, but fancier. For Chloe, she would be wearing a ballgown version of her Queen Bee look, complete with mask. And her father would be wearing his Malediktator outfit. I do not own any of the characters.


Downstairs, Lord Bourgeois was adjusting his sash and hat when he looked up at the sound of someone clearing her throat. He looked up to see Chloe dressed in a bright yellow gown with black stripes along the skirt, a yellow and black mask, and black evening gloves.

"Oh darling! You look stunning!" he cried, kissing her on the cheek, "No girl will be able to outshine my beautiful daughter."

"I know. The prince is as good as mine," she gloated.

The two laughed until they looked up to see Cinderette walking down the stairs with a new dress on.

"Where did you get that?!" Lord Bourgeois growled.

"It didn't cost you anything," she assured them, "This is my mother's old dress. I was able to finish all my chores and make the final alterations to it!"

"Daddy, do something!" Chloe cried.

"Yes, my princess," he assured and turned to his maid, "Cinderette, I commend your efforts, but I'm afraid this just won't do. As a lord, I have been to many balls and I am afraid these rags will just end up embarrassing not just you, but us as well."

"Rags? But this was my mother's dress," she told him.

"Well, your mother had terrible taste," Chloe insulted, "Unlike my father, my mother and I have an eye for fashion. For example, the stitching is so sloppy on the sleeves, that it's falling apart!" Chloe tugged on one of the sleeves, making it fall off.

"Hey!" Cinderette cried, "Stop it!

But Chloe didn't stop! Instead, she continued to tear at it until Cinderette's hair was messed up and her dress really was nothing but rags while her father stood off to the side.

"Oh dear. look at it now. You really should've worked harder on it, Cinderette," Chloe gloated.

"How could you? Why didn't you stop her?" she cried.

"Can you imagine my daughter arriving at the ball with a servant? It would ruin her chances of finding a suitable match. We would be the laughing stock of the whole kingdom!" Lord Bourgeois answered, "Think about what that would do to our reputation and status."

"Yeah, Cinderette. You're so selfish. You should really think of others rather than yourself," Chloe lectured, "Hopefully, you'll think about it while we're at the ball and you stay here to clean up your mess."

And with that, Chloe turned on her heels and walked out the door with Lord Bourgeois following her.

Cinderette stood there, stunned, watching them leave in the coach. She suddenly ran to the fountain outside and collapsed in front of it, sobbing.

How could those two be so mean? What did she ever do to them?

"I'm sorry, Mama! Papa! I tried to have courage, but I can't!" she cried, "The light is gone!"

Suddenly, she heard a noise in the dark.

"Oh! Help...Someone please," an old man called, "Is anyone there?"

Cinderette stood up and walked towards the sound to find an elderly man in a hooded cloak lying on the ground, his cane next to him.

"Sir, are you alright?" she asked.

"Young lady, please help me get up," he begged.

Cinderette ran over to the old man and helped him up. He took his cane back gratefully and looked up at the girl who saved him.

"Thank you so much, my dear. I have come such a long way to this kingdom and fell from exhaustion," the old man explained, "I hate to ask, but do you have any bread and water to spare? I am very hungry after my long trip."

"Uh yes. Follow me," she said and led the old man to the back garden where she poured him a ladle of water and sliced some bread for him. As an added treat, she spread some jam on each slice.

"Why are you sad?" he asked her.

"Huh? Oh. No reason," Cinderette said and gave him his snack.

"If there was no reason, then why were you crying?"

"It's kinda dumb. My dress got ruined and now, I can't go to the masquerade ball."

"How was it ruined?"

"It just fell apart."

"On its own? Or did that girl do it on purpose?"

Cinderette looked at the strange old man. He seemed to be asking a lot of questions.

When he finished his generous snack, he stood up a little straighter.

"Come along, Marinette. We get started," he said.

"Wait! How do you know my name?" she gasped. It had been awhile since she heard someone call her by her real name rather than her new name.

"Becaue I keep an eye on people with kind and generous hearts to bestow gifts upon," he answered, "I have come here tonight to help two people who deserve my gift and you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are one of those people."

"People with kind and...who are you?" Marinette asked.

"You should know by now. Your mother use to tell you stories of me since you were very young. I am Master Fu."