I follow the judges around to the different contestants. There's about a hundred all together. They only had it open to the first one hundred to sign up, so that we don't spend all day on looking at people's creations. I'm thankful though, because standing there and looking pretty is pretty boring, especially when a certain girl you like is waiting a few tables down. Wait, like?! Where'd that come from! Adrien, she just sees you as a friend. Don't get your hopes up.

The dresses and outfits are all really unique and creative. There were guidelines set, so that we as judges could really look at the aspects we put in the guidelines, but people really took them and did what they could. A few of them that I saw could rival Mari's, but none of them could beat the fact that they were made by her.

Coming up to Marinette's table, I start to feel nervous for her. I want her to win so bad! My father and the other judges circle her dress, looking at the starting designs she had laid out on her table to see how she progressed.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You go to school with my son, do you not?" my father asks her. She stutters and fidgets her hands in answer.

"Y-y-ye-yes, si-sir." She stands up straighter and with pride for her dress.

"And how long have you been designing?" I watch her eyes shift from my father to me and to the dress and back.

"Uh, 3 years sir. I have always had a passion for fashion, but designing is just recently something I've taken up." She looks frightened as my father and the other judges write something on their clipboards.

"Thank you, Miss Dupain-Cheng. We will notify you with the winnings if you are so lucky." She pales at that and I feel the disdain I hold for my father rise in lieu of that comment. He hasn't said that to any of the other contestants.

As my father and the other judges walk to the next table and designer, I quickly grab and squeeze Marinette's clenched fist. She looks up, eyes wide, and smiles when realizing that it is a comforting gesture.

"You did great Marinette! Don't look so worried. He's just doing that to intimidate you."

"Thank you Adrien." She smiles at me and squeezes my hand back. I'm surprised by the fact that there's no hesitation or awkwardness in it. Usually if I do so as Adrien, she gets flustered. Maybe it's the fact that she's already flustered from the contest or… I don't know. Something.

"Well, I have to move on. I'll see you later?" She nods and I move to the next table.