Author stuff: I wasn't planning on posting anything today, but then I went on tumblr and inspiration!
So, this is entirely based on a tumblr post by hamsternamedmarinette.
I only have this chapter written and part of the next one, so this will be sporadically updated until I can get it finished.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
Hi, my name's Adrien Agreste!
Wait, no. That is a terrible way to start this. Okay, umm…
My mom disappeared when I was—
No, that's still really bad. Ugh, why is this so hard?
Okay, uh, I'm just going to go with what feels right. This is probably going to go… yeah.
This is Emilie Agreste. She was a model, an actress, a philanthropist, a pianist, a wife, and my… my mother.
She was the kind of person everyone wanted to be around. Someone who was just nice for the sake of being nice. She gave more than she had and always, always took her time to check on other people.
I grew up admiring her, wanting to be exactly like her. Because that's the kind of person everyone should want to be! She just… she made you want to be that way.
And then, two years ago, she just… vanished.
It was a whole thing. My dad and the media and the whole world were involved, and I was. I was caught right in the middle of it.
Her car was found abandoned outside of Paris. Her keys in the ignition. Her wallet and phone in the glove compartment. Her favorite pair of stilettos tucked under the passenger seat. The dress she was going to wear was lying on the back seat.
We were supposed to go out to dinner, just me and her, the night she disappeared.
It was a tradition we did once a month. A mother and son night.
We'd get all dressed up — hair, clothing, shoes, everything — and just go out to eat.
She used to say that those were her favorite days of the month. Everything else was scheduled around those days. They had to be. She made sure that we would, at the very least, have that day.
It's not like I never saw her or anything, but she was busy. She took time off from acting and modeling when I was younger to be with me, but when I was old enough, she put herself back in the spotlight.
All of that made it difficult for her to be my mom. And we all hated it — my mom, my father, and me. So, my mom set up date nights. Our guaranteed night to spend time with her.
We'd see her outside of this, but it wasn't the quality time she wanted and we needed, and it just… it sucked.
By now, if you haven't really guessed, I'm not exactly normal. In more ways than one.
With my mom being who she was and my father being a fashion designer who has his own fashion house. They met when she was hired to model for another fashion house, back when he was still in school.
It was her most iconic photo shoot.
She wore this haute couture piece in the middle of a rainy scene. There were puddles everywhere and there was a rain machine.
My father was in charge of keeping the photographer dry and handing out towels and getting coffee. He ended up slipping in one of the puddles and, yeah.
My mom says that's when he fell for her, my father said that she fell for him first.
So, date night.
I remember getting ready to go. My father hired a stylist, Nathalie who became his assistant after my mom disappeared, to help me. She was kind of new to her job at the time and was asked to keep me busy while I waited for my mom.
We were talking about the latest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series when the police arrived.
I remember being told that her car had been found and she was missing, but that there was a possibility that she was still alive.
And then days passed. And weeks. And then months. And there was no sign of her.
And then she was declared dead.
We had a funeral for her.
Her coffin was buried empty.
The reason she went missing wasn't uncovered by the police.
Her case remains open.
And the clues pointing to what happened to her couldn't be connected.
Until recently, that is.
This podcast docu-series is about me finding out what happened to my mom and proving to the world that my father killed her.
