This may be the longest chapter I have ever written. Honestly, when I started writing it, I just couldn't stop and there was still cut content (don't worry, it'll be featured in the next chapter). Usually, my chapters are 5000 words, give or take a couple 100 words. This chapter is about 11,100 words long.

Yeah...

It has also some light and some really dark moments, mostly focused on the bond between Bridgette and Félix.

Anyways, I'll be taking a short break from Up Ladybug, focusing on my other fics. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and, until then, see ya!


Entry 23

All The Right Moves

''Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice, am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Between the noise you hear, and the sound you like, are we just sinking in an ocean of faces? It can't be possible that rain could fall only when it's over our heads. The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away over their world instead, they got; They got all the right friends in all the right places! So yeah, we're goin' down. They got all the right moves in all the right faces! So yeah, we're goin' down. They say everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin'. Yeah, we're goin' down. They say everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin'. Yeah, we're goin' down.''

– All The Right Moves by OneRepublic

xXxXxXx

Félix sighed as he sat down at his desk in the classroom. He arrived a bit earlier and hadn't seen a trace of Bridgette or her friends, giving him some time to think through the conversation he had with Gabriel during breakfast.

''You have asked me to let you go to school in order to make social connections,'' Gabriel had told him when he saw Félix's anxious expression, having already figured out what was going through the teenager's head. ''Don't tell me that you haven't made any.''

''I did,'' Félix replied, not liking the cold gaze Gabriel was giving him, nor the accusatory tone his uncle used. Gabriel then got up, seemingly done with his breakfast, with Félix feeling a moment of relief as he hoped that his uncle would finally leave him alone. However, Gabriel stopped just next to his seat, facing forward, his hands crossed on his back.

''Then, I hope you'll keep in mind what I had told you about creation connections,'' Gabriel said, glancing at his nephew. Félix felt chills flowing down his spine.

''Creating connections with someone else on an emotional level will only hinder me,'' Félix muttered, repeating what Gabriel had told him a while ago. He waited for Gabriel's response, but the latter just walked away. Félix felt a knot in his stomach, awaiting a sense of relief that never came. Instead, all he felt was anxiety. He knew that all Gabriel cared about was his public image and if the guest he brought along didn't fit what he had in mind, he would get in trouble for his ''mistake''.

The issue is, the person I want to bring along is Bridgette. Félix sighed as he took out his book and opened it, trying to focus. He knew that Gabriel wouldn't approve of someone like Bridgette, but frankly, Félix didn't care. Aside from Plagg and Ladybug, she is the only friend I have, so it would be only natural that I'd invite her to the charity event. Félix then paused for a moment, looking up and seeing Bridgette, Allegra, Sophie, Claude and Allan entering the classroom, all talking about something and laughing. Félix at first thought of focusing on his book, but then he made eye-contact with Bridgette, who smiled at him. Without even realizing it, Félix smiled back and turned back to his book, only for a moment later to hit him, his eyes widening. That was not planned.

xXx

''So basically, the theatre group wanted...'' Claude trailed off as he saw Félix approaching the group. It was been around noon and they decided to have lunch outside in the school yard. Allan, Allegra, Sophie, Carmilla and Bridgette looked up, following Claude's gaze. Félix ignored their curious looks, with Carmilla being the only one who looked more smug than curious, and turned to Bridgette, who got up.

''Bridgette, may I talk to you for a moment?'' he asked.

''Sure,'' Bridgette replied, following Félix to a part of the backyard where her friends couldn't hear them. ''Is this about the commission? I'm still working on it. Also, I'm almost done reading through your story.''

''No, not really,'' Félix replied, with feeling a strange sensation of fluttering in his stomach. He turned towards her, feeling a bit anxious about his request. After all, he just told Bridgette the day before that he considered her his friend and now he was supposed to invite her to this event despite the two not having spent a lot of time getting to know each other. He took a deep breath, then said, ''I actually wanted to invite you to a charity gala that will be hosted by my uncle this Friday.''

Bridgette's eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, her ahoge frazzled as she stared at Félix, completely stunned. Félix had to wonder if he said something wrong or messed up, only to be surprised himself when he heard Bridgette's response, ''Y-You mean like a date?''

''Wh-What? No!'' Félix quickly replied, only to regret his harsh tone immediately when he saw Bridgette wincing. He knew that he should've expected her to interpret the invitation like this and gave her an apologetic look. ''Look, I'm really sorry for my harsh response. I should've explained it to you in more detail.'' He placed his hands in his pockets, noticing Bridgette tilting her head, now looking confused. ''My uncle kind of dropped this on me the previous night. While this charity gala is more of an exclusive event, I was told that I'm allowed to bring a guest of my own.''

''So, you thought of me?'' Bridgette asked. Félix shrugged.

''Well, it's not like I have much of a choice. You are my only friend, after all,'' he told her. Bridgette smiled.

''I understand,'' she replied. ''I'm actually really excited about this. What time should I arrive and where? What is the dress code?''

''I will pick you up around 07:30 PM, since the charity event starts at 08:00 PM and we need to be there a bit earlier, since Uncle Gabriel is the host. The dress code is strictly formal,'' Félix explained, then added in a more serious tone, ''Honestly, there is something else you need to know.''

''Okay…?'' Bridgette nodded, listening intently.

''Uncle Gabriel puts a lot of emphasis on his public image and that includes me as well,'' Félix replied in matter-of-fact tone. ''He has many expectations and he will get angry, if not even furious, if those expectations aren't met. One of those expectations was for me to form some kind of social connection while attending public school, and I did – I became friends with you.'' Félix then frowned. ''However, I sincerely doubt that he would've agreed to this until he first approved of you. The fact that I was even allowed to bring along a guest was because someone else suggested it.'' He glanced at Bridgette. ''I know my uncle well enough that this is some kind of test I need to pass to keep him pacified. This is all just a sick mind game to him.'' He lowered his head, a look of guilt on his expression. ''I'm sorry that I have to pull you into this.''

''Don't worry, it's fine,'' Bridgette replied. Félix rose an eyebrow, a bit surprised to just how easily Bridgette accepted all of this information. ''I have heard that Gabriel Agreste can be really demanding and difficult.''

''Really?'' Félix was surprised.

''Yeah, Amber had told me and Sophie,'' Bridgette replied. ''She said that her mother did collaboration with him, but it was a real disaster and that he was someone who was hard to work with.''

''That sounds like him,'' Félix replied, crossing his arms.

''In any case, I will make sure to be on my best behavior to make a good impression,'' Bridgette replied. ''Perhaps you could even give me some advice on what to do and what not to do around him. I could easily adapt to whatever behavior that would make things easier for you.''

''You don't have to…'' Félix muttered, only to get interrupted by Bridgette, who clenched her fists, giving him a determined look.

''Nonsense! If your uncle is putting so much pressure on you, then you should also get the best support you can. After all, that is what friends are for. They are your support system when you get no support from your family,'' she told him.

''I… Thanks for the support,'' he replied, feeling a bit flustered by just how eager Bridgette was to help him out, even if she didn't have to go this far. Still, he was thankful that she agreed to it. ''I will coach you on what to do and what not to do, although most of it will probably consist of you following my lead. I've been to enough of those events to know that, once the initial greetings are over, we won't have to interact much with anyone since the guests will be focused on talking to their friends and colleagues rather than random teenagers.''

''I guess it must've been really boring for you during those events,'' Bridgette said.

''It was, but frankly, I was just glad that people would leave me alone for the rest of the event,'' Félix replied. ''The only thing that annoyed me was that I wasn't allowed to bring a book to have something to do until the event was over or leave early. One time, he took away my smartphone because he thought that I would come of as disrespectful towards the guests if decided to read books online. Guess who had been ignored by all of the guests the whole evening because they were scrolling through their social media on their smartphones?''

''Wow…'' Bridgette said, stunned. She then smirked. ''Well, you don't have to worry about getting bored during this event.''

''Should I be afraid?'' Félix asked in a deadpan tone. Bridgette didn't respond, but just gave him an innocent look. Félix sighed, but he couldn't help smiling a little. As much as a part of him as dreading this charity event, another part was actually curious how this would turn out.

xXx

''I still can't believe that Agreste had asked you on a date,'' Allegra said in a deadpan tone. She and Sophie had accompanied Bridgette to window shopping for a dress for the charity event, but not after recovering from the shock they felt after Bridgette dropped the bomb that was the reveal that Félix had asked her to accompany him to the event.

''It's not a date. Félix made that very clear,'' Bridgette replied, turning towards Allegra. ''I'm just his guest, that's all.''

''Date or no date, it was still a big move on his part,'' Sophie noted, crossing her arms. ''Even if he was forced by his uncle to go along with it.''

''That I agree with,'' Bridgette replied, turning back to the black evening gown on the display. It looked quite gorgeous, but Bridgette faltered and her ahoge drooped when she saw the price tag. Admittedly, she had the money for the cheaper dresses, but considering how this charity gala was for the rich folk, she knew that she needed to look her best to make an impression and, unfortunately, that meant that she'd have to go for the more expensive evening gowns. Sure, she could always ask her grandmother for some extra money, but she felt that would be inappropriate, as she had already gotten her allowance for this month.

Allegra and Sophie exchanged glances, well aware what was bothering Bridgette. Allegra stepped forwards, looking at the dresses on display. ''Sheesh, maybe we went to the wrong part of the city to shop. I mean, who would drop €500 for something they are going to wear only once.''

''Yeah, let's see whether they have something cheaper,'' Sophie added, turning to Bridgette. ''I'm sure you'll look amazing no matter what you wear.''

''Thanks,'' Bridgette replied, having cheered up. ''Maybe will be able to find something on a discount.''

''I think there is a store where we can find formal evening wear for a good price,'' Allegra said. Bridgette nodded and she and Allegra were about to walk away, while Sophie remained standing for a moment, only to snap her fingers as she realized something.

''I know! How about instead of spending all of your money on a gown you try the dress I made?'' Sophie suggested, with Bridgette and Allegra turning towards her, surprised. Bridgette's eyes sparked up in excitement.

''Really?'' she asked.

''Yeah, of course!'' Sophie took out her smartphone to show Bridgette and Allegra the photos of the dress. ''It isn't finished, though, and you still need to try it on so I can make sure it fits you, but this should be about your size.''

''It looks amazing!'' Allegra and Bridgette were stunned, with Bridgette hugging Sophie.

''Soph, you're a real savior! Thank you so much!'' Bridgette said, stepping back. ''How do I repay you?''

''You'll pay me half the cost of the dress, with the other half being made out of free commissions for my blog,'' Sophie replied, then smirked, adding in a mischievous tone as she took out a reddish card, ''Oh, and if anyone asks you who made it, you'll give them this.''

''Since when do you make business cards?'' Allegra asked, her and Bridgette giving Sophie a confused look.

''Well, as an aspiring fashion designer, I need to get noticed somehow, and giving out these while you're wearing my dress among rich folk should be enough,'' Sophie replied. ''It's a win-win for both of us.''

Bridgette just smiled in response, while Allegra sighed, realizing that Sophie was just being opportunistic. Still, she couldn't deny that Sophie was right and that this was a better option than the alternative.

xXx

''Hey, Bug,'' Chat Noir said, with Ladybug glancing at him. They were at the end of their patrol, having decided to take a rest on a rooftop. It was the evening before the charity gala and Chat Noir knew that he needed to tell Ladybug that he wouldn't be able to make it to the patrol since it would probably last until late into the night. He knew that he probably should've told her this earlier, but he wasn't really sure how to explain this to her.

''What is it Chat?'' Ladybug asked, giving him a curious look.

''I'm sorry I didn't bring this up before, but I won't be able to come to the patrol tomorrow,'' Chat Noir told her, waiting anxiously for her reaction. To his surprise, Ladybug gave him a sheepish smile and then sighed.

''You're not the only one who won't be available for the patrol,'' she replied. Chat Noir gave her a surprised look.

''Really? You too will be absent?'' he asked.

''Yeah. Unfortunately, a close friend of mine had asked me to help them out with something very important and I agreed, so we'll be busy with it probably the whole evening, if not the whole night. I doubt there will be a way for me to escape,'' Ladybug told him. ''What about you?''

''My family wants to attend me this important event and I'm pretty sure they're gonna keep a close eye on me since they know that I don't really like to go to these kinds of events,'' Chat Noir replied, sighing. ''Honestly, I wish I didn't have to attend it. I'd rather spend the night patrolling than that.''

''I see…'' Ladybug muttered, a brow furrowing. ''However, now we have a bit of an problem, don't we? Neither of us is going to be patrolling.''

''That's unfortunate…'' Chat Noir muttered, only to see Ladybug perk up.

''Maybe it's not,'' Ladybug replied. ''We didn't really have any emergencies during the past days, so taking a day of shouldn't be a big deal, right? However, if something does happen and we notice it, at least we could try and get out of our situation to deal with the matter at hand.''

''Sounds good to me,'' Chat Noir replied, smiling.

xXx

''I hope that you understand the utmost importance of this mission,'' Gabriel, or rather, Papillon told the Mime. It was late in the evening and they had been in Papillon's office, discussing the charity gala that would take place the following evening. ''One mistake, and this whole plan will be ruined. One moment of lapse and your life will be fortified.''

The Mime just nodded quietly, observing Papillon. Papillon then turned to the window, his hands crossed on his back. ''You may leave now.''

Gabriel didn't even react when he heard the door close. Instead, he kept staring through the window at the city below him, the conversation he had with Charles Guillebeau. Somehow, the man had managed to acquire a rather interesting artifact – an antique ring that supposedly allowed its wearer to cause chaos and destruction wherever they went.

''Of course, that is just a rumour,'' Charles said dismissively, laughing at the idea of there being an artifact with such powers. ''It might be one of these stupid curses or something like that. Although, the person who sold it to me claimed their ancestors had seen first hand how dangerous it was. Frankly, I didn't care, as I saw more value in its age and the material it was made of.''

''I see…'' Gabriel muttered, a glint in his cold white eyes. ''Do you plan to sell it during the auction?''

''No, why I should I do that? It already cost me an arm and a leg to get it,'' Charles replied. ''It is going to be part of my collection, but I will show it off at the end of the auction. After all, people should know that I still have more valuable treasures and that if they want me to part with it, they will have to pay a hefty price for it.'' He waited for Gabriel to respond, but when the latter didn't he added, ''What about you, Gabriel? Ever since you acquired it, you refuse to part with that brooch you have. Is it that valuable? I have a friend who could take a look at it.''

''Just like you, I see a different value in the artifacts I find,'' Gabriel responded, frowning at the greedy look Charles gave him. He knew that his old partner would do anything to up him when it came to finding rare and valuable items and Charles had offered to buy Gabriel's brooch several times, but Gabriel would turn his offer down. He was becoming quite… bothersome.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed as his fingers traced across the Butterfly Brooch. If everything went according to plan, he wouldn't only acquire the item he desired, but he might as well get rid off the one person who wouldn't stop pestering him about taking away the source of his greatest power.

xXx

Félix took a deep breath as Nathan drove him towards Bridgette's place. He was wearing a black tuxedo suit, consisting of black shoes, black trousers, a black waistcoat, black jacket, black bowtie and a white shirt underneath the waistcoat. A fake rose was attached to the left side of his jacket, just above the breast pocket, and his hair was combed into his usual style. If there was one thing Gabriel hated, it was the length of Félix's hair and how untidy it could be from the back. He had several times noted how Félix should cut his hair short, but the teenager refused, offering to style it up or tie it into a low ponytail, with Gabriel telling him to leave his sight.

''Man, if he saw your hair when you're Chat Noir, he'd probably have an aneurysm,'' Plagg joked after overhearing that particular conversation. Félix agreed, aware that, while Gabriel would be furious if he knew what kind of shenanigans his nephew got himself into as Chat Noir, he would explode if he found out that Félix decided to keep that ridiculous leather outfit and hair style.

Glancing at the clock on his smartphone, he realized that he and Nathan were a few minutes late and he started to worry that Bridgette thought he'd stand her up, especially after all the talk they went through. He had to admit that he was quite surprised at just how easy it was to talk with Bridgette. He still had fears that she'd keep pestering him about the idea of this being a date, but instead, she was more interested in how to make sure that their plan to keep Gabriel pacified would work.

Once they had arrived in front of Dynastie du Lóng, Félix exited the car, walking over to the front entrance. Just as he did, the door opened, with Bridgette stepping out on the street, having obviously been waiting for him. Félix's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as he saw Bridgette, surprised by her appearance.

Bridgette was wearing a red satin short-sleeved cocktail dress with a circle skirt that had a black lace overlay on the top of the skirt. The red top had also a sewn-in black vine and flower embroidery going up from the lower right side to the upper left. She was wearing red ankle-strap shoes and a red rose corsage made out of a single flower on her wrist. Her long hair, usually tied in pigtails, was now loose and slightly curled, with some of her side-hair being tied on the back with a red bow barrette. She wore minimal make-up and was carrying a red rose purse attached to a single black string over her shoulder.

''Good evening, Félix,'' Bridgette greeted him in a tone that was a mix between her trying to sound chipper, while also showing to be nervous. ''So, how do I look? Is this outfit okay?''

''You look stunning…'' These words left Félix's mouth before he could even register them. It felt as if his brain had been on autopilot for a moment. Bridgette blushed, being speechless for a moment.

''I… Thank you,'' she replied, with Félix suddenly realizing just what he had said. ''You look handsome too.''

''Right, thank you,'' Félix quickly said, trying to fight back the sudden wave of heat he felt. It was just a compliment, wasn't it? He knew that he'd have to give out those the whole evening to whichever socialite decides to approach him in order to fish for them. However this one… This compliment was genuine. Félix composed himself, stepping back and gesturing at the car. ''So, shall we go?''

''Sure,'' Bridgette replied, with a red hue still gracing her cheeks. Félix helped her into the car, then sat down himself and closed the door, with Nathan driving them away. Félix leaned back, thinking through his and Bridgette's plan, and turned his head towards her, noticing her staring at her clasped hands, looking quite tense.

''Bridgette, are you okay?'' Félix asked. Despite her earlier attitude, he could understand why she felt so nervous.

''For the most part,'' Bridgette replied, giving him a half-hearted smile. ''Admittedly, this is the first time I'm participating in such an event.''

''Just stay with me and it'll be fine. If people try to talk to you, but you don't feel comfortable, I'll pull you away from the conversation and you'll do the same in my case,'' Félix told her, reminding her of their plan. ''I'm sure that we're going to survive this, one way or another.''

Bridgette snorted, with Félix rising an eyebrow as he wondered what was so amusing. Bridgette explained, ''You're talking as if we're taking part in a battle.''

''To be honest, this is how I usually feel whenever I have to interact with my classmates,'' Félix replied, noticing Bridgette smiling and relaxing. It didn't take long for them to finally arrive at the building where the charity event would take place. They exited the car, with Nathan driving away to park it, and walked up the stairs, both feeling tense. They walked inside, Félix leading Bridgette through a hallway and into a ballroom with chairs and tables on the sides, filled with food and drinks, and an elevated podium on the far side of the room. On the wall behind the podium was a huge screen. Bridgette assumed that this would be used later for the auction.

''Bri, grab my arm,'' Félix whispered, having noticed Gabriel talking to Charles and Rosalie. Bridgette did so, with the two then approaching the group. This was actually part of their plan in order to make them look like a perfect couple and Félix was willing to suffer through physical contact as long as necessary. It was also supposed to send a clear message to anyone who attempted to whisk any of them away that they wouldn't part with each other. That way, they could easily keep an eye on each other and make sure no one would get in trouble. Bridgette did note that it would make them look quite clingy, but Félix assured her that, once the initial greetings were over, they could relax. After all, this was all about presentation and appearances.

Despite her concerns, Bridgette was absolutely overjoyed over the fact that she could hold onto Félix like this.

''Good evening,'' Félix said, with Gabriel, Charles and Rosalie turning towards him and Bridgette.

''Good evening, Félix and Mademoiselle…'' Gabriel paused, observing Bridgette with a scrutinizing gaze. Bridgette knew that this was what Félix had warned her about, having told her that Gabriel would put her under a microscope in order to find any imperfections in her appearance or behavior and subtly criticize her. However, Bridgette was already ahead of him.

''Bridgette Cheng,'' Bridgette replied in a calm tone, maintaining eye-contact with Gabriel and smiling lightly. ''I'm honoured to meet you, Monsieur Agreste.''

She then waited for a response. Gabriel stared at her for a moment, his gaze cold enough to send chills down her spine. He then looked at Félix and nodded, as if approving of his guest.

''Likewise,'' Gabriel replied curtly, turning his attention to another couple of guests that had arrived. He turned to his co-host ''Excuse me, Charles?''

''Yes, yes…'' Charles replied, walking over to a businessman who had approached them. Rosalie stayed back, giving Bridgette a curious look.

''Ah, so you're the friend Félix had told us about? I hadn't really expected that he'd be talking about a girl friend,'' she said, smiling and not even noticing Félix shifting slightly. ''Honestly, your dress is so gorgeous. Where did you get it? I had been trying to find something special in Lanvin, but the dresses just weren't my taste.''

''Oh, this dress was actually made by a friend of mine. She's an aspiring fashion designer,'' Bridgette replied. Rosalie was surprised.

''My, my, you're quite lucky to have a friend like that,'' Rosalie said, a greedy look appearing on her expression. ''I wish my friend circle consisted of people who knew something about fashion.''

''If you wish, I have her business card,'' Bridgette reached for the rose purse and took out a card from it. ''Her name is Sophie Renard and she manages a blog where she puts on her newest designs. She is also willing to do commissions.''

''Aww, thank you,'' Rosalie smiled, taking the card and walking away, muttering something under her breath which Bridgette and Félix didn't hear. Both glanced at each other and sighed.

''Madame Rosalie Guillebeau can be quite… exhausting to deal with,'' Félix muttered, his voice loud enough only for Bridgette to hear. ''She is interested in interior design and fashion, usually buying only from high-end brands, but she has her quirks. If she wants to buy a white dress, but the label says ivory, she won't hesitate to just throw it away in the trash. Still, she does endorse fashion designers she believes have potential, so Renard might get lucky here.''

''I'm sure Sophie will be able to deal with her,'' Bridgette replied.

''I hope so,'' Félix said. He then saw Adeline staring at them, gesturing at them to come over to where Gabriel, Charles and Rosalie were. Sure, they weren't the hosts, but Félix had knew that he and Bridgette would have to join in on the greeting of the guests. Both exchanged another glance, hoping that this part would be over soon.

xXx

It took about half an hour for all the guests to arrive and while Bridgette recognized some of them, she was unfamiliar with most of them. What did surprise both her and Félix was the arrival of the mayor of Paris, André Bourgeois and his wife, the famous fashion designer Audrey Bourgeois. They glanced to the entrance, half-expecting Amber to waltz in, but she was nowhere in sight.

''You're Amber's classmates, aren't you?'' André asked them, with Bridgette and Félix nodding. ''This is unfortunate, then. Amber had told us that she didn't want to attend the charity gala because she was too busy with something.''

''Lucky her,'' Félix whispered to Bridgette once the Bourgeois couple continued talking to Gabriel and the Guillebeaus. Bridgette couldn't help but feel sorry for Félix, well aware that he too wished he had the freedom of choice.

Eventually, all of the guests had arrived, most talking to each other. Gabriel and Charles were busy talking with another man, while Rosalie had managed to somehow enter a discussion with Audrey. Adeline turned to Félix and Bridgette, ''You are free to go now. However, stay in the vicinity of this gala.''

Once Adeline left, Félix and Bridgette took a deep breath of relief, with Bridgette adding, ''I guess the worst is over.''

''For now,'' Félix replied. ''We still don't know if Uncle Gabriel wants us to do something. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to get any answer on that matter.'' He tilted his head. ''Still, he does approve of your presence, so that's a huge win for both of us.''

''Right, and as long as this evening goes smoothly, he might stop pestering you about your social life,'' Bridgette added.

''Indeed. Do you want a drink?'' Félix gestured at a nearby table.

''Sure,'' Bridgette nodded, following him. ''So, when exactly is the auction supposed to start?''

''I believe that it'll start in about half an hour,'' Félix replied, checking the time on his smartphone. He noticed the mischievous grin on Bridgette's lips. ''Why do I have a feeling that you're up to something?''

''Do you think that your uncle might be too busy with auction to notice us slip away?'' Bridgette asked. Félix smirked.

''As long as we remain inside the building or close to it, I don't think he'd have anything to complain about,'' Félix replied nonchalantly. ''As a matter of fact, wouldn't it be rude from me to not show you around? After all, you are my guest and since we cannot participate in the auction, I would have to find another way to keep you entertained.''

''True,'' Bridgette said.

They waited around for the most part, feeling a bit impatient as the minutes dragged on. Fortunately, just as Félix had predicted, no one really payed any attention to the two, leaving them alone. However, just as they hoped that the evening would pass smoothly, they heard an icy voice from behind them, sending chills down their spines.

''Félix, Mademoiselle Cheng, I hope that you are enjoying yourselves.''

Both turned around, seeing Gabriel staring at them coldly.

''We are,'' Félix replied in a calm tone, trying to hide his anxiety. Gabriel then turned to Bridgette, who mentally prepared herself for whatever question he had for her.

''My nephew hadn't caused you any troubles?'' Gabriel asked.

''No, he didn't,'' Bridgette replied. She was confused why Gabriel Agreste would ask her this, as she and Félix had figured that he'd be more interested in learning about her family or hobbies, just to see whether she was fit to be Félix's friend. Félix then frowned, realizing what was going on, but he was unable to voice his thoughts to warn Bridgette. He couldn't even drag her away as Gabriel would know that something was up.

''I see,'' Gabriel said, crossing his hands on his back. ''Unfortunately, my nephew has a history of showing less than desirable behavior.''

''What?'' Bridgette was caught off guard, while Félix felt his heart race. Gabriel just continued in the same eerily icy tone.

''If he causes any trouble, please inform me. It is of outmost importance to keep a good relationship with people we know,'' Gabriel said, glancing at Félix. ''Emotions and behavior that ruins these kinds of relationship is unwelcome. You do agree with me, right, Félix?''

''I do,'' Félix muttered, staring back at Gabriel. Gabriel nodded and walked away. The moment he was out of earshot, Bridgette turned to Félix, seeing that he was shaking, his head lowered as he tried to bury the rage he felt.

''Fé…'' Bridgette muttered, feeling worried for Félix.

''I'm fine,'' Félix replied, his tone tense and icy. Bridgette decided not to ask him any further questions and give him some time to cool off.

Eventually Charles went up to the podium, calling everyone's attention. Félix and Bridgette kept an eye on Gabriel, who was standing on the side of the podium, his attention directed towards Charles. Félix suddenly felt Bridgette tugging his arm and nodding towards the door, with Félix acknowledging it. As Charles continued with the description of the auction, Bridgette and Félix sneaked out of the ballroom and into the hallway.

Félix took a deep breath, pushing his rage back, only to suddenly sense the weight around his arm being lifted. He glanced at Bridgette, who stepped away, giving him some space. He felt sorry for her, for the fact that she too had to deal with his uncle. He wanted to prepare her for the encounter, but somehow, Gabriel still managed to mess with their minds.

''Fé…''

''Bridgette, I'm sorry about this.''

''Félix, are you okay?''

Félix snapped out of the turmoil he felt, turning to Bridgette, who looked quite worried. It took him a moment to realize that she wasn't upset about her encounter with Gabriel, but that she was concerned about him.

''I…'' Félix bit her lip, placing his hand on his arm as he felt his heart still beating rapidly. As much as he wanted to assure he that he was fine, it was clear that Bridgette was well aware just how much this conversation had affected him. ''I need a moment. I will be fine.''

''Okay.'' Bridgette nodded, waiting for him to calm down.

''This shouldn't have happened; I shouldn't have gotten upset,'' Félix said, shaking his head.

''Félix, it is clear that you feel hurt and I don't that you should push those feelings back,'' Bridgette told him in a soft tone. Félix stared at her for a moment, then nodded. Bridgette tilted her head. ''Do you want to talk? How about going outside to get some fresh air?''

''I think that would be a good idea,'' Félix agreed. They started walking down the hallway. ''I'm sure you have a lot of questions.''

''Honestly, I'm curious about what your uncle meant by 'less than desirable behavior','' Bridgette admitted. Félix lowered his head.

''It has to do with the fact that my uncle expects nothing but perfection from me,'' he replied. ''If I don't fit the mold he made, he would criticize me for it.''

''That's awful,'' Bridgette said, feeling genuinely sorry for him. While she had an idea what Félix was dealing with, it took her until this interaction to figure out just how bad things were. ''You must've been under a lot of pressure.''

''I try to not think about it and move on with my life, but my uncle has a tendency to bring that up whenever he feels that I'm stepping out of line,'' Félix replied.

''So, do you have an idea what your uncle tried to achieve by approaching me like that?'' Bridgette asked.

''Honestly, it's hard to tell,'' Félix admitted. ''Usually, he does this stuff to keep me miserable, so maybe he tried to make you wary of me.''

''I see,'' Bridgette said, taking a deep breath and smirked. ''Still, he failed. I still like you just as much as I did before.''

''You mean, you still have a crush on me,'' Félix said bluntly.

''Eh? N-No, that's not what I meant!'' Bridgette protested, her ahoge frazzled. Félix just stopped walking and crossed his arms, rising an eyebrow as he looked at her.

''Bridgette, I'm not that dense,'' he told her. ''Even though you had told me that you were over me, I couldn't help but notice that 'I'm with the boy of my dreams'-grin.''

''I did?'' Bridgette blushed in embarrassment. ''I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.''

''I know,'' Félix replied. Bridgette looked at him, both silent for a moment. Félix then sighed as a memory of his conversation with Ladybug had resurfaced, aware that this situation was quite similar to his act. Except, Bridgette's feelings were genuine and she lied about her crush for his sake. While he knew that he didn't have to respond to her feelings, he still felt that he owed her a conversation. ''You don't have to apologize for that.''

''Huh?'' Bridgette gave him a confused look.

''Honestly, I think I should've too been a bit more clear with my own feelings about this whole thing,'' Félix told her. ''You don't have to lie to me to make me feel better. After all, I did agree to be your friend and this is something I had anticipated I'd be dealing with.''

''Still, if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me,'' Bridgette told him. ''I don't want to overstep your boundaries.''

''The same goes for you,'' Félix told her, with the two continuing their walk and exiting the building and standing on the staircase that led to the entrance. Bridgette crossed her hands on her back, glancing at Félix and then looking back at the night sky, smiling, then lowering her head, feeling awkward.

''So, about my crush…''

''Would you be comfortable with just being my friend?''

Bridgette turned to Félix, giving him a questioning look. ''Well, if you're okay with it…''

''No, what I meant to ask was whether you will be comfortable with it?'' Félix repeated his question. Bridgette was surprised by just how adamant he sounded. Félix then added, ''I'm serious about this. I may not know much about how friendships work, but I am aware they are based on mutual support, as well as have both parties put effort into it, rather than have one party be all take and no give. Therefore, I'll be doing my part as well.''

Bridgette stared at him for a moment, then snorted, giggling. ''You know, you make this sound so formal, like some kind of business contract.''

Félix faltered for a moment, giving her a worried look. ''Is that a bad thing?''

''Not in this case,'' Bridgette replied, shaking her head. ''As a matter of fact, I kind of expected this response from you. Also, I am comfortable with being just your friend, but you, on the other hand, will have to live with the knowledge that your only friend is also the girl with a crush on you.''

''I think I'll be able to handle that,'' Félix replied. ''No offense, but I actually thought that being friends with you would actually be, well… I don't know. Awkward? Draining? That I would be constantly pulled out of my comfort zone?'' He rubbed the back of his head, then glanced at Bridgette, who had her arms wrapped around her. ''So far, I hadn't experienced any of that… Well, except maybe for the awkwardness, but we did talk through that.''

''Admittedly, you still haven't seen me at my worst, so don't be so sure about that,'' Bridgette told him, rubbing her shoulder and shivering. The night air was quite chilly and she wished that she thought of bringing a jacket along. ''You might change your mind.''

''You haven't seen me at my worst either,'' Félix told her casually, taking off his black jacket and offering it to her. Bridgette gave him a look of surprise, her ahoge standing up. ''I know that you're feeling cold, so just take it. I'm okay.''

''Thanks,'' Bridgette replied, placing the jacket over her shoulders, her ahoge curving into a heart shape. ''Also, I kind of have a hard time imagining you at your worst.''

''You mean, beyond my Ice Prince attitude?'' Félix asked, placing his hands into his pockets. Bridgette's ahoge was frazzled as she got caught off guard by the question.

''Honestly, I understand if you're upset with people calling you that. I mean, I told my friends not to call you Ice Prince and…'' Bridgette started, only to be surprised when Félix shook his head.

''So, that's why I never heard you calling me Ice Prince,'' he said with a look of interest on his expression. ''Frankly, I don't mind being called that. As a matter of fact, it's an achievement I'm proud of.''

''Really?'' Bridgette was baffled, but then smirked. ''You don't consider it an insult?''

''Not at all,'' Félix replied. ''Trust me, I heard worse from my uncle, and besides, Ice Prince describes me well. I would've been more insulted if someone calls me… I don't know, Sunshine Boy, perhaps?''

Bridgette giggled. ''Yeah, I can see why that would be insulting. It just doesn't fit you.''

''That is also why you won't tell a living soul about the Sunshine Boy bit,'' Félix told her, his tone serious. ''The last thing I need is for some idiot to decide to provoke me.''

''It's a promise,'' Bridgette replied, still grinning. Félix too smiled, not even realizing what was going on until he saw the fond look Bridgette was giving him. His smile faded and he knew that there was at least one more topic he wanted to discuss with Bridgette.

''So, how come that I had caught your attention?'' he asked. Bridgette blinked, her cheeks taking a shade of red as she realized what Félix was talking about.

''Well, I did kind of run into you, didn't I?'' Bridgette replied, smiling nervously as she scratched her cheek. Félix nodded, remembering the day he met Bridgette. She wasn't really looking where she was going and bumped into him. Admittedly, he had thought that she was a bit weird that day, but he didn't expect that she would develop a crush on him. Bridgette then continued talking, ''Honestly, I wasn't completely sure what I felt at that time. All I knew was that I wanted to get to know you better.''

''I see. It wasn't completely a crush, but more you just being interested in me,'' Félix noted, placing his hand under his chin and his other hand in his pocket. ''I do understand that sentiment.''

''Then, there were the times you helped me out, even if you didn't have to,'' Bridgette added. ''I guess I was just really intrigued and that turned into a crush.'' She then gave him a sheepish grin. ''I also may just have a type, preferring the mysterious and mature kind of guys.''

''Somehow, I just fit your preferred type,'' Félix said, sighing as he rubbed the back of his head. ''I don't know whether to call myself lucky or unlucky.''

''There is one more thing you should know,'' Bridgette added.

''What is it?'' Félix asked, now curious.

''Another reason I want to be around you is because I like to see you smile,'' Bridgette told him, tilting her head and closing her eyes as she smiled. ''It's such a rare opportunity to see you smiling because you're genuinely happy and I hope that I'll be the reason for that smile.'' Bridgette then opened her eyes, giving him a sheepish look. ''It does sound selfish, though, doesn't it?''

Félix stared at her for a moment in surprise, but then his lips curved into a gentle smile.

''No, that's not selfish at all.''

xXx

Gabriel observed as Charles sold an antique vase to a woman for quite a hefty sum, patiently waiting for the right moment. He knew that the ring he desired was stored inside a box in a room smaller than this one, on the other side of the building, along with the other valuables to make sure no one would attempt to take any items without permission. Gabriel considered himself fortunate that Charles didn't want to carry the ring on his person.

He looked around again, his brow furrowing when he realized that his nephew and his companion were missing. However, he didn't mind it much as he didn't need them for this plan. He did notice Adeline returning and her just nodding before going to the far corner of the room. He had sent her out to see whether there was anyone roaming close to the rooms the valuables were at, but considering her lack of report, it seemed that there was no one there.

Perfect.

Once Charles busied himself with the next item, Gabriel retreated to the corner of the room. The reason he had convinced Charles to use this building for the auction was because there had been a smaller door leading out of the room. It could be easily used for an unnoticed exit. Once he was outside of the room, Gabriel brushed with his finger across the Butterfly Brooch, with a holographic screen appearing in front of him. It showed him a dark figure waiting on a street.

''Are you ready?'' Gabriel asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

The Mime grunted in response, glancing at the invisible detonator. The only reason Gabriel knew it was there was because of the shadow it was casting. Gabriel stopped in his tracks, placing his arms behind his back, his eyes narrowing.

''You may proceed.''

xXx

The moment the Mime heard Gabriel giving him the go-ahead for his next move, he walked over to the detonator and grabbed the handle with both of his hands. Without hesitating, he pushed the handle down.

Suddenly, a massive explosion shook the streets of Paris.

xXx

''What was that?!'' Bridgette screamed.

Her and Félix's eyes were wide open in shock. They had decided to take a walk around the block when they suddenly heard an explosion coming from the building they had just left. This was followed by a loud rumble and another explosion, only to see the smoke coming out from the back of the building.

''Oh, God!'' Bridgette covered her mouth, completely shocked. Félix gritted her teeth, frowning as he stared at the building. He then grabbed Bridgette's hand, who looked up at him.

''We need to get out of here and call help!'' he told her, with Bridgette nodding and following him back on the street. Félix then turned to her. ''Wait here! I'll try to see whether I can find someone to help us out and call the authorities.''

''No problem,'' Bridgette told him, with Félix running down the street and turning corner. The moment he was gone, she too turned around and hid in an empty street between two buildings. She grabbed her smartphone, calling the emergency line, with Tikki flying out of her purse. Once Bridgette told the operator what was going on and cancelled the call, she turned to the kwami, a determined look on her expression. ''We need to go now! Ladybug can help the people until the firefighters and ambulance arrives.''

''Let's go!'' Tikki nodded. Bridgette brushed with her finger across the earrings.

''Tikki, transform me!''

She tilted her head slightly to the side, with Tikki getting absorbed into the Ladybug Earrings. Sparkly orbs of red light were emitted from the earrings, completely enveloping Bridgette. She stretched out her arm out, with a red suit materializing across it, and spreading over her body, the suit having black spots on the torso and a black collar. Her hair grew longer, with long red hair ribbons, that were tied to her pigtails, popping out and trailing behind her. A string covered in golden beads appeared around her waist, with a red compact that had black spots on it being attached to the string. She took a step forward, with a red mask appearing on her face, and she opened her eyes, which turned a darker shade of blue. She turned on her heel, striking a pose, her arms outstretched and bent slightly back and her hair ribbons billowing behind her.

xXx

''This is bad!'' Félix gritted his teeth as he pocketed his smartphone. He had called the authorities for help, but he knew that Chat Noir would be needed for this emergency. He looked up. ''Plagg!''

''Don't worry, I've been following you from the start,'' Plagg flew up to him from above, hovering right in front of Félix. ''The fire has already started.''

''Then we have no time to loose,'' Félix replied, brushing with his fingers across the ring. ''Plagg, transform me!''

The red gem on the top of the cat's head started to glow in a purple light, as he held up his hand, clenching into into a fist. Plagg then got absorbed into the ring, with Félix rising his hand above his head as the ring released dark energy in the form of black orbs. The dark light completely enveloped him, trailing down his arm, torso and legs. He crossed his arms on his chest and turned around, then uncrossed his arms as the black light dispersed and revealed a form-fitting black leather-like suit, accompanied by a belt tail that was wrapped around his waist twice, criss-crossing in an ''x'' in the front and had a large silver belt buckle in the shape of a cat's head, and mid-thigh high boots. There was another burst of black light, with the dark orbs dispersing around him as his hair grew longer and messier, with black cat ears popping up on his head. He turned on his heel, revealing the black mask on his face and the large golden bell tied to his unzipped collar, and opened his eyes, which were now green, including the sclerae, and grinned, a fang popping out the corner of his mouth. He then slashed across the air with his claws and struck a pose.

Once transformed, Chat Noir ran out of the street and towards the building. To his surprise, he saw a red figure also going towards it. ''Ladybug?''

''Chat!'' Ladybug turned towards him, relieved. ''Thank God you're here! We need to evacuate everyone!''

''Right on it!'' Chat Noir nodded and both ran up the stairs.

They heard screaming coming from the inside, smoke and fire coming from the back of the building. There was also a sound of glass shattering and debris falling. Ladybug attempted to open the door, but it wouldn't budge, so Chat Noir kicked it open. They ran inside, being hit by the smoke and heat. Fortunately, their suits shielded them from the heat, but they could still feel it on the parts that left the skin uncovered.

''This way!'' Ladybug yelled, her earrings glowing.

She knew that she'd need her good luck charm for this one more than anything. Chat Noir followed her towards the ballroom, both of them hearing screaming from the inside. Unfortunately, part of the ceiling had fallen down, blocking the door and forcing Ladybug and Chat Noir to remove it in order to open it. Both were thankful for their super strength as they threw a huge piece of debris down the hallway and opened the door. Several men fell down as the double doors opened, having tried to kick it down from the inside. All of the guests were hunched over, trying to avoid inhaling the smoke. They were shocked to see the two superheroes.

''Everyone needs to get out! Now!'' Ladybug screamed at them.

''Com'n, let's go!'' Chat Noir added, with the guests running out. ''Hey, don't push!''

The ground shook again, surprising both superheroes and causing the guests to scream in fear. A woman then scrambled out, grabbing Ladybug's arm frantically. ''My husband! I can't find my husband!''

''Do you know where he went? What's his name?'' Ladybug asked.

''Salvador; I think he went to the washroom,'' the woman replied. Ladybug took a second to think. She knew that she needed to make sure her husband was safe, but she had no idea where the washrooms were.

''I'll go and find him!'' Chat Noir said, turning to Ladybug. ''You get everyone out!''

''Okay!'' Ladybug nodded and held up the woman, helping her down the hallway. Chat Noir ran the towards the washrooms, having already been at this building before and knowing the layout. He came to a split, seeing fire down a different hallway and ran in the opposite direction.

He could hear cries for help growing louder and louder, eventually finding three men, one of them stuck under debris that had fallen down. The other two men were trying to help the one guy that was stuck, but both were coughing, unable to lift the piece of debris.

Chat Noir ran up to them and lifted the debris, with the man being pulled out by the other two. As he let the piece of debris fall, he turned to them. ''Is anyone of you called Salvador?''

''Yeah, me,'' the man that had been stuck on the debris replied. The other two helped him up, placing his arms around their shoulders.

''Okay, we need to go,'' Chat Noir told them. ''This way!''

He pointed down the hallway, Salvador limping as the other men carried him. Chat Noir, meanwhile, cleared their path. His ears twitched when he heard a sound similar to a powerful gust of wind blowing and turned down the hallway. A wave of flames was coming towards them.

''Black Hole!'' Chat Noir used a huge black hole to cover the hallway behind them, causing the flames to get absorbed into it. He turned to the men, who stared at him in shock. ''Get out! Now!''

The men listened to him and walked away, while Chat Noir kept the flames at bay. Once they were out of his sight, he pushed back against the flames, the black hole absorbing them all. He then quickly followed the men outside, finding Ladybug at the entrance. She was relieved to see him.

''Did everyone get out?'' Chat Noir asked her as they walked down the stairs and into the front yard.

''Everyone who was in the ballroom got out safe,'' Ladybug replied, nodding towards the crowd that away gathering at the yard. Several ambulance vehicles, the firefighters and even two police cars were there, tending to the injured. Ladybug's ahoge drooped as she added in a grave tone, ''However, I'm not sure whether everyone who was in the building got out.''

''I see,'' Chat Noir muttered, with them being approached by Adeline. She wasn't injured, but there were smudges on her white dress. Surprisingly, she wasn't as frantic as everyone else, but Chat Noir knew that there was hardly anything that could make this woman show any emotion other than cold indifference. Ladybug turned towards her.

''Do you know if everyone's outside?'' she asked.

''Unfortunately, I don't see Monsieur Gabriel Agreste in the crowd. He did leave to get something, but hadn't returned,'' Adeline told them, her tone as professional as always. ''He may be still inside.''

Just as she said that, there was another explosion, with the windows on the top floor shattering. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir knew that the situation was dire. The building was slowly collapsing on the inside and if Gabriel Agreste was still inside… Chat Noir gritted his teeth, showing his fangs.

''Damn it!'' he hissed, running towards the front entrance.

''Chat, wait!'' Ladybug followed him, but unfortunately for her, Chat Noir's ring activated. Just as Chat Noir vanished into the burning building, the ceiling collapsed in front of Ladybug, separating them. She stepped away, coughing due to the smoke, only for more debris to fall. Ladybug's eyes watered as she realized that there was no way for her to get through, that Chat Noir was on his own, and she screamed in despair, ''Chat!''

xXx

Chat Noir was running through the hallway, searching for Gabriel. He had noticed the debris falling behind him, blocking his way out, but he figured that he would find a different exit once he made sure his uncle was safe. Unfortunately, he had no idea where the he was, leaving him to wander aimlessly in the building.

''Kid, I know that the suit protects you, but if you stay exposed to the smoke, you might faint,'' Plagg told him worriedly as he leaned against the wall, coughing.

''I know…'' Chat Noir crouched down, trying to focus. He knew that he was in trouble and that there was no way for him to confirm where Gabriel was or whether he left the building. Still, he had to make sure that no one was left behind.

As he entered another hallway, his eyes widened in shock. At the end of the hallway was Gabriel Agreste, standing amidst the flames and smoke, seemingly not even bothered by them. His arms were crossed on his back and he was staring at something down the other hallway idly. Chat Noir was baffled at first, wanting to call out for the man, when a cold voice echoed in his head.

''You allow your emotions to dictate your decisions. Pathetic.''

Chat Noir's lips parted as he tried to breathe, his hands shaking as a memory resurfaced. He saw Gabriel looking up, turning towards him as he realized that he wasn't alone.

''You may be related to me by blood, but make no mistake – I will not forgive you if you don't follow the rules I have set. I acknowledge that you are still young and will make mistakes, but I expect nothing but perfection from you, Félix.''

This man… Even though he wanted to save him, he still hated him for what he had done…

''I will only allow you to grieve for a certain period. Afterwards, you have to forget about those feelings. If you behave in any undesirable way, punishment will await you.''

Chat Noir was shaking as another memory resurfaced. He could still remember Gabriel's cold gaze and what he was told at that time. That memory had been burned into his mind for so long…

''Your mother has died, Félix...''

Chat Noir gritted his teeth, trying to push the memory back. He stared at Gabriel, rage fueling him once again. The man didn't even respond to seeing the superhero, opting to stare at him instead, waiting as the flames engulfed the building. Only seconds had passed, but it felt like years have gone by. Then, only for a moment, another voice spoke in Chat Noir's mind, making him hesitate. That voice was filled with rage and cold hatred towards the man for all the suffering he had caused him.

What if… What if he just left Gabriel here to his fate?

Chat Noir's eyes widened in shock and he shook his head, the voice in his head gone. What am I thinking?! He then ran over to the man. ''Sir, you need to get out! The entire building might collapse!''

Gabriel stared at him, completely emotionless, but then nodded, following Chat Noir. The superhero led him towards another hallway, entering a room closest to the outside. Dakr energy crackled in the palm of his hand as a huge orb of energy formed in it. ''Black Storm!''

He fired at the wall, blowing it up. Debris, dust and smoke flew around as a hole appeared, big enough for them to get out. As he let Gabriel escape, Chat Noir's mind went back to that voice. Despite the heat, he shuddered, feeling horrified and disgusted with himself.

xXx

Ladybug stared at the burning building, her hands clasped as she silently prayed for Chat Noir to get out. The authorities were doing their work to contain this fire and help the injured, and she knew that all she could do now was to wait. Suddenly, there was another explosion at the side of the building, with smoke and dust rising.

To her shock and relief, she saw Chat Noir emerging from the smoke, accompanied by Gabriel. Two firefighters ran up to them, directing them to the ambulance vehicles, but while Gabriel agreed, Chat Noir refused, running towards Ladybug instead.

''Bug, I…''

Chat Noir gasped in surprise as Ladybug suddenly hugged him tightly.

''Chat, you idiot! You could've died!'' she cried out, burying her head into his chest, then lifting it up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Despite the anger in her tone, she was relieved to see him. ''I was so afraid, I thought I lost you! Don't ever do this to me again!''

''Bug, I'm sorry, I didn't think…'' Chat Noir muttered, pulling Ladybug into a tight embrace.

''It doesn't matter anymore, I'm just glad that you're here,'' Ladybug replied, hugging him once more before she let go. The two looked at each other and even though none of them voiced their thoughts, they both wished that this embrace lasted just a bit longer. However, they needed to leave. The police was interviewing the survivors and they also saw a news van parking close to the building.

Not to mention, there was also the fact that Ladybug and Chat Noir had to explain to Félix and Bridgette where they had gone during this mess.

''We'll talk tomorrow, okay?'' Ladybug asked.

''Deal,'' Chat Noir nodded and they both turned, leaving in opposite directions and de-transforming in an empty street. Fortunately for both, no one in the crowd that had gathered payed any attention to the two civilians that entered the yard. Bridgette was glad to see Félix, with Félix giving her a look of relief when he realized that she wasn't injured.

''Are you okay?'' Félix asked her.

''Yeah, I am,'' Bridgette nodded. ''Is everyone safe? I saw Ladybug and Chat Noir, but I don't know whether everyone made it out…''

''Félix!'' Félix and Bridgette saw Adeline approaching them. She frowned as she saw them. ''Where have you been? I've been searching for you everywhere!''

''Bridgette and I were outside when the explosion had happened. We're both fine,'' Félix explained. ''Where's uncle Gabriel?''

''He's over there, however, you are going to leave,'' Adeline told him. ''I had called Nathan and he told me that he parked the car just down the street. Monsieur Agreste and Monsieur Guillebeau will take care of this.''

''Okay,'' Félix replied, turning to Bridgette. ''Let's go.''

Bridgette nodded and followed him, both briefly turning back at the building. As the adrenaline waned, both felt horrified and exhausted by the whole ordeal. All they wanted was to go home and sleep.

xXx

The ride to Bridgette's home was quiet, with Félix accompanying Bridgette to the building. Both were still affected by what had happened and Félix felt that he needed to say something to comfort her, even if was just wishing her a good night. They stood at the entrance to the building, with Bridgette turning towards Félix. Both stared at each other in silence, wanting to speak, but unable to get a word out.

''Félix, I…'' Bridgette started, but she was unsure how to finish her sentence. Fortunately, Félix hadn't asked her where she had been during the fire, but she still wanted to get a word out before they parted ways. She was sure that he was worried sick because she went to help Chat Noir evacuate the guests.

''Bridgette…'' Félix whispered, aware that Bridgette had probably been searching for him frantically while he was trying to help Ladybug. He could only imagine just how scared she was when she couldn't find him. He observed her, wondering how he would feel if she had been lost in the fire. He felt his stomach churning at that thought.

''I…'' Before Bridgette could even get a word out, she felt Félix pulling her into an embrace. Her ahoge was frazzled and she looked up, shocked at his sudden action. Félix gazed back at her, a look of guilt on his expression. ''Félix…''

''I apologize for everything that you had to go through. If I hadn't invited you, you wouldn't have been put into danger,'' he told her. ''I should've been there for you.''

''Félix, it's fine,'' Bridgette replied, hugging him back. Her eyes started to water and she wiped her tears away. ''I'm just glad that you didn't get hurt.'' She forced a smile. ''Would it be okay for you if we talked tomorrow?''

''I have no problem with that whatsoever,'' Félix replied, stepping away. ''Good night, Bridgette!''

''Good night, Félix!'' Bridgette replied as he entered the car. She waited until he was out of sight, only too take a deep breath and fall on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. Tikki flew out of the purse, nuzzling Bridgette, not saying anything. Bridgette was still shaking, not sure anymore why she was even crying. Was it stress? Was it relief? She had no idea.

All she knew was that she wanted to sleep forever.