"That is so not the point," Chloe smirked, snuggling closer towards the raven hair male. His arm was around her bare waist as another brushed the hair back away from her face. "Cruel really."

"How?" He laughed out, gazing down at her affectionately. "I think the fact that you got your head stuck in that suitcase is a valid point in this Clo–" He got cut off with Chloe's lips brushing against his in a soft yet passionate kiss.

"If you want to talk about not fair–" His words paused once more as they kissed again– "Well. I guess it doesn't matter that much anyway." He rolled them over so Chloe was underneath him, letting out a quiet giggle, she burst out into loud laughter as he blew raspberries against her bare collar bone.

Chloe opened her eyes abruptly, tears streaming down her face as she laid in bed. Soft rays of sun shone through the small gap above the ground of the curtains. Looking over towards the other side of her king sized bed, she frowned at the sight of seeing it empty.

Getting out of bed and putting her slippers on, Chloe pushed the curtains over so light flooded into the room. Chloe herself had thought the room was awfully big for two people. The walls were a deep blue with grey accents, a large dresser with a TV on top of it across from her bed. Night Tables on each side of the bed, one containing a few small books and a glass of water–her side– and the other containing just a lamp.

Two dressers sat opposite of one another in the room, one for Chloe, the other for Pierre. Frowning at the emptiness of it all, Chloe walked over to the bathroom to start a shower.

Chloe waved farewell to her daughter as she got on the bus to go to school the next morning, receiving a fake smile in return. Her fingers curled in defeat as her smile faded with the bus. She was beyond furious at Pierre.

How could he lie to her like that? How could his lie make her lie to their daughter?

Chloe stormed back inside, her sun dress flowing behind her as her loose curls swished down to her waist. Walking up the short flight of stairs she grabbed her phone roughly from where it was sitting on the table. Biana stopped midchew to watch Chloe type something on her phone with a scowl.

The blonde could feel unimaginable rage towards her husband as the phone went to voicemail again, his quick, business friendly voice ringing through the phone.

Chloe dropped the phone back on the table with a deep sigh as she sat in a chair across from Bianca, who had finished chewing by now.

"Wanna' talk 'bout it?" Bianca had a slightly British accent, being originally from London, Biana had moved her to help plan a funeral for one of her dear friends. And had lived in Paris ever since.

"I don't know, Bianca," Chloe sighed again– which seemed to be getting more and more frequent as time went on– and ran her fingers through her hair anxiously. "Pierre was supposed to be home for breakfast. Just like I had promised Angelica he would be."

"Ah," Bianca jabbed another piece of bacon with her fork, "He seems to be coming around less and less now, eh?" Chloe frowned at the statement. Softly, almost fearfully, Bianca apologized due to Chloe's expression.

Chloe dismissed the apology, saying is wasn't at all necessary. Because Bianca was completely right.

Three hours later Chloe jabbed at the weeds that had tried to take over her indoor greenhouse, something Chloe herself had figured out how to build years ago to have an outlet. She admittedly, had been doing the bare minimum the past few weeks, allowing small weeds to spring up and try to choke out some of her plants.

On the plus side, it seemed to Chloe that not only were her strawberries flourishing (As she knew they would. Strawberries were much like weeds themselves), but the sunflowers she had been growing looked almost ready to cut.

The sunflowers had been a project Chloe had started with Angelica after Angelica decided that she must know more than merely how to paint sunflowers, seeing as they were her favorite flower. Angelica would be overjoyed at the prospect that the sunflowers she had planted nearly three months ago were finally ready to be plucked. Perhaps she was going to give them out to the rest of the children in her class, like she had first thought; or maybe Angelica would just have them as decoration in her room.

Either way, Chloe decided, it was Angelica's choice. She had grown them after all. Even going as far as singing to them because one of her teachers said that singing to a plant makes it happy.

A ringing on the table a few feet away from Chloe startled her out of her daze as she pulled off one of her gloves, brushing her knees off as she stoof to pick up her ringing phone. Glancing down, she didn't recognize the number. Figuring she was already up anyway's, she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Is this Chloe Bourgeois?" The voice sounded slightly familiar,

"This is her, and who is this?" Chloe asked, leaning against the metal table.

"Oh hi! It's Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" So that's where she recognized the voice from. It was multibillionaire Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her old classmate.

"Oh," Was Chloe's simple response, picking at the dirt from underneath her fingernail.

"You know…from Collège Françoise Dupont?" Marinette questioned softly, like she was worried she had the wrong number.

"Yes, I know from where. How are you doing, Marinette?"

"Oh– Uhm, good, thanks for asking," There's a slight pause that leaves Chloe to walk from the greenhouse into the kitchen to start a pot of tea. "And– um you? How are you?"

"Good."

There's an awkward pause before Chloe sighs. "What do you want, Marinette?"

"What?" She sounded startled, her voice cracking over the phone line.

"I said, what do you want? There obviously has to be a reason for this random phone call on a random Thursday afternoon. We haven't spoken in almost ten years now, so there's obviously a reason. What do you want?"

"Well…Chloe, we wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to the Collège Françoise Dupont reunion," Marinette finally sputtered out, something tapping in the background obnoxiously.

"Oh," Chloe blinked in surprise, her hands halting there movement above the marble countertop. "Well, I don't know. When is it? And where?"

"In a few weeks, on the fourth. We haven't set a place yet, no place has been large enough for the entire classes, in a good area without being obnoxiously expensive," Marinette chuckled awkwardly.

"You can have it at my house," Chloe spoke, shocking not only Marinette but herself too. Her mouth had moved quicker than her brain had and before she knew it the offer had come tumbling out. "If that's alright with you guys of course."

"Of course!" Marinette gushed, her volume raising slightly in excitement. "I'll have to check back in with the gang to check to make sure they're okay with it; then I'll give you a call, 'kay?!"

Chloe hummed, nodding, before remembering the bluenette beauty couldn't see her. "Alright then. It's settled. I'll be expecting the call within the day?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you so much, Chloe, I appreciate it so much, talk to you later!" The line went dead before Chloe had the chance to say goodbye.

Letting out an airy chuckle, Chloe looked down at the white tiles with a smile, running her fingers through her hair. It had been amazing to hear Marinette speak after all of these years. It brought back pleasant memories that Chloe didn't even know she had.

"Pierre," Chloe spoke from the top of the stairs as her husband took off his boots by the front door. His eyes immediately snapped towards her disapproved face.

"Yes, Love?" He purred, dropping his suitcase and sauntering up the steps and took Chloe in his arms, passionately kissing her lips.

Chloe pushed away, a frown settling over her face. "We have to talk, Pierre."

"Is everything alright?" He questioned, scanning her face for any indication of the conversation to come.

"You know the answer to that," Chloe scoffed, turning around to go to their room.

They never fought anywhere else.

"MOM! I'M HOME!" Angelica yelled, as she normally did upon arriving home in the afternoon. Bianca sat at the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor some ten meters away from the main entrance.

"Your mum's in her room with your father," Bianca said softly, standing from the steps to pat Angelica's shoulder. "Wanna go make a snack with me? We can do your homework in the kitchen too."

Angelica smiled, nodding as she walked to the kitchen with Bianca's hand still on her shoulder, trying to block out the yelling from her parents.

These long arguments happened sometimes. It wasn't at all unfamiliar to come home to the muffled screaming of her mother and father, usually– and she was somewhat guilty to admit this– it was about her, or something she had done.

She tried to make her mother and father approve of her actions and choices. But sometimes, her brute and charismatic personality spilt out and she coudn't stop it.

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Hey guys, sorry this one was a little shorter. As I develope and get further along into the story the chapters should get longer and easier to understand.

Who do y'all think this man in the beginning was? It probably isn't who y'all think it is. Let me know who you guys think it is.

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-Sage