The flight had taken a couple of hours and had gone smoothly. She had found her two bags afterwards and gone towards the airport's exit not knowing if she'd have to call after a taxi herself or if that was another thing her father had arranged.

When she reached the exit and walked past every taxi driver standing there with their signs, she stopped by the one with her name on. The man who stood there holding it seemed to recognise her immediately.

"Welcome back to Paris, miss Bourgeois." he said.

"Thank you."

He looked down at her bags.

"Do you need me to carry those for you?" he asked.

If she had been five years younger, she would have pushed the bags to the man and made some rude remark, but that was how she used to be. Instead, she just shook her head.

"It's fine. Thanks anyway."

"Alright." he said and started walking towards the exit and Chloé followed after.

When they reached the taxi Chloé placed her bags in the trunk before she got inside and sat down in the backseat. The taxi started moving soon after, and she looked out of the window next to her during the ride. She looked closely at every building they passed on the way to her father's hotel.

She had never looked twice at some of the buildings they passed, but that was just what she did today. She didn't understand how much she'd missed Paris and how happy she was to be back. It made her smile, but that smile faded when she remembered Zoé and her disease.

She felt sad that she and Zoé hadn't grown up together. They had barely even meet before Zoé came to live with them in Paris almost six years ago. Much had changed since then and their bond had grown stronger. But they weren't best friend as she knew most sisters were. Chloé wanted to belive that it wasn't too late for them to get that type of relationship with each other.

After a ten minutes drive through Paris they finally reached her father's hotel and the taxi stopped in front of it. She got out of the taxi and took her bags from the driver who removed them from the trunk.

"Thanks." she said.

The only thing the driver did was to smile before he turned around and got back into the taxi. He drove away and left Chloé alone in front of her father's hotel.

She didn't feel like she was alone or abanded. It felt like she was home and that was exactly what she was. Her home were in Paris, here with her father and sister.

Why had she thought her mother and New York would give her happiness? Sure, she could admit that her time in New York had been amazing. She'd lived the life she always wanted. But that was also the same life she could get here in Paris if she tried and maybe she could even find some real friends here instead of all the backstabbing people she'd found in New York.

She turned around and walked inside to the hotel and stopped the moment she saw her father. He was standing by the hotel's front desk with his back turned towards her, and it almost seemed like he was waiting for something. When the woman behind the front desk said something to him, he turned around and looked directly at Chloé. The moment she saw her father's big smie she realised that it wasn't something he was waiting for, it was someone, and that someone was her.

She dropped her bags on the floor and ran to her father who hugged when she was close enough. He held her tight and didn't let go until what felt like forever.

"I'm so happy you are back home, Chloé." her father told her.

She nodded because she knew she wouldn't be able to say anything unless she wanted to cry in front of him and all of the other people that where in the lobby. She knew her father would be the last one to judge her. But she felt like she'd cried enough for one day.

"I guess you must be tired from your flight?" he asked her and she nodded right away. "Go up to your room and rest. We will talk tomorrow."

She turned around to go and get her bags, but found them lying right behind her instead of where she'd dropped them. She didn't know who had moved them, so she couldn't thank that person. Instead, she just took them and walked toward the elevators.

As she reached the elevators, she turned around and found her father looking at her with a big smile. She smiled back and waved before she walked into one of the elevators. She then clicked on the button to get to the right floor where her room where at.

When she got out of the elevator and walked toward her room, she started thinking about calling her sister, or at least text her to let her know she was in Paris now and was planning to stay. But she also knew that it was late and if her sister was resting, as Chloé hoped she was, she didn't want to disturb her.

She walked into her room and found herself smiling when she realised that everything was just as she had left it. The only thing that had changed was the curtains and the bedclothes on her bed. The rest looked the same.

She left her bags on her bed and walked over the floor towards the balcony doors and opened them. She walked outside and looked over Paris like she'd done plenty of times before.

The balcony used to be the way she would take if she was needed as Queen Bee. She usually used it during the night when she knew few would notice her. But tonight she wasn't going to be Queen Bee, and probably no other night either again. She had given up her Miraculous and said goodbye to Pollen, who had been even more upset over it than what Chloé had expected. But Pollen had been understanding as well and hoped that they would meet again someday. Chloé was starting to hope that they would because she knew that she would need someone like Pollen by her side from now on.

As she were looking over Paris she could see some shadows jumping from one roof to another. Sometime she could see one shadow and other times two. She didn't know who was who, but she knew that they were most likely the heroes of Paris and didn't worry too much about it.

Maybe it was Carapace, Bunnyx or Pegasus? Or maybe Rena Rouge, King Monkey or Viperion? She'd known all of them and teamed up with one or two during each night she'd been out on patrol. Some nights she'd even been on patrol with Ladybug, which always used to be a highlight for her. But if she had to be honest, she preferred Viperion over all of them, even Ladybug herself, even though Chloé still viewed Ladybug as her favourite hero.

Chloé thought Viperion was easy to talk with and used to listen to whatever it was she talked about. Out of all of the heroes, she missed him the most, but she doubted he missed her. Or maybe he did? It's not like she could ask him anyway unless she became Queen Bee again.

She sighed and went to sit on a chair instead of standing by the railing. She was starting to get tired, but she wanted to watch Paris for a few more minutes before she went inside to sleep.

It was quiet outside with a few cars driving by on the streets downstairs. It was a calm night, so none of the heroes would probably do more than help a few people in need. There hadn't been a akuma attack in three years and people had stopped worrying a long time ago. No one knew what had happened to Hawk Moth and no one seemed to care either. He was gone and Paris was free from his tyranny.

The only one who couldn't relax were Ladybug. Chloé and the rest of the heroes knew why, but the people of Paris didn't know the full story. The only thing the people of Paris knew were that Chat Noir had disappeared and not that he had joined Hawk Moth. That was something Ladybug didn't want to get out to the public and all of the heroes had honoured her wishes.

Chloé didn't know why Chat Noir had betrayed Ladybug. But she knew nothing had been the same since then.