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Assessing this story and I'm realizing that this is going to be a long one.

Possibly 50+ chapters. There's so many places that this story is going and because I like to be detailed its gonna consume more chapters.

I can suggest you stop reading if you're not into long stories.

I love you guys!


Marinette always played it safe.

Of course she was meticulous in everything she did. The items she stole from Alya's purse was enough to prove it.

Marinette has gotten into the habits of making horrible mistakes, but it never crossed her mind that this could have been one of them.

This was Luka.

He was gentle, he was kind and he could have been one of the most sweetest people she's ever met.

She barely even noticed that she had been laying flat on the bed, the instruments left abandoned by the beanbag chairs.

Marinette closed her eyes, the hair on the back of her neck standing straight up at the soft wet sensation of Luka pressing his lips to the side of her neck.

His soft lips traveled down her skin, his tongue licking at her pale skin before his lips settled beneath her throat.

The blunette tensed, whimpering as she could fell his lips growing taut and sucking at her skin. His teeth lightly nipped at her skin, leaving the area completely flushed and raw.

His lips detached from her skin with a hushed whisper.

Marinette exhaled, lifting her hips as Luka snuck his fingers into the band of her jeans and very carefully slid them down her long legs.

His hands traveled back up her abdomen, caressing the soft skin beneath her breast.

Marinette pressed her thighs together, as she hadn't been naked or even remotely half naked in front of anyone.

It went without a doubt that Marinette had grown a little nervous.

Sure, this was their first date and it was possible that they were moving too fast, but all that mattered was that someone held her and made her feel loved.

She had felt completely abandoned, by both Felix and Adrien.

As far as she was concerned, anything that had to do with any Agreste was a bad thing.

Luka was the breath of fresh air that Marinette was looking for.

And yet, Adrien always found some way to creep into her mind.

As shameful as it was, Marinette tried to pretend that Adrien was the one touching her, but Marinette wasn't sure if she was ready for something like this.

Was she really okay with allowing herself to lose her virginity like this?

Was Luka really meant to be the one to give her first time?

Luka pulled back from marking her chest, the male reaching down to grip at his shirt.

Marinette blushed deeply as he slipped off his shirt and threw it to the side in one swift and easy movement.

Her heart began to squeeze in her chest and Marinette relished in the fact that she would sleep warm that night.

She wondered if it was a good idea to gratify herself for one night with Luka to fill voids that she knew that the absence of love from Adrien spawned, but she didn't want to use Luka either.

Chances are, he would become attached and Marinette would only cause more voids inside of herself and would only grow to hate herself for leading someone on or using them in such a way.

Marinette made mental notes to assure herself that she wasn't that sort of person, but with the mishaps she'd be enduring lately, she was beginning to believe that she was turning into a completely different person.

She cared about Luka's feelings just as much as he cared about hers. He had only ever approached her with authenticity and with the utmost respect.

It was only humane that she returned the favor. If her and Luka couldn't work out the way they wanted to, she would want to keep him in her life as a friend.

It was the least she could do.

Granted, she wanted to feel something for Luka, but she knew the better option would be to take things slow.

She had already gotten this far, she didn't want to disappoint him but she knew that Luka would stop if she had asked him to.

Marinette had barely paid any full attention to her surroundings and she shivered, the moment she felt Luka's digits caress the soft skin beneath her navel.

She bit her lip, the muscles in her stomach tensing the moment his fingertips teased the band of her underwear and then very carefully began to slide underneath.

It would certainly be the first time someone has ever touched her in this way and Marinette couldn't bring herself to stop him.

Not because she was scared or didn't want him to, but because the curiosity she had in this department got the best of her.

It was almost as if adrenaline shot through her veins and Marinette would have curbed an appetite that had been festering for a course of a few months.

Everything moved in slow motion, and Marinette felt his hands dip lower and lower, moving delicately slow to the main goal.

Marinette jumped, her heart racing the moment she heard her phone ring obnoxiously in her bag that she propped up on the floor.

Luka paused, his hand remaining still in her underwear almost as if he wanted her approval to keep going, or if he should wait in case she wanted to answer the phone.

Marinette exhaled, wanting to do nothing but ignore the call and indulge in the pleasure of Luka teaching her how to go about things, but she knew that ringtone.

All sense of longing and warmth completely washed out of her and Marinette had a cruel wanting to just curl underneath the covers and die.

"I'm sorry..." Marinette breathed, glancing up at Luka with a grimace. "I can't-" her heart ached in her chest and Marinette was sure to scold herself later.

Luka blinked his features settling in as he accepted this wasnt going to happen tonight.

With a weary smile, the male nodded and very carefully withdrew his hand from its location. He sat beside her awkwardly, allowing her to hastily sit up and grab her pants.

"You don't need to apologize..." he murmured, watching her slide into her pants and tug them upwards.

Luka grabbed for his shirt awkwardly and placed it over his head so that he could tug it back on.

Marinette reached for her phone, every nerve in her body telling her that she was on a date with Luka and that she should probably ignore Adrien's phonecalls, but her heart couldn't let her.

Marinette had felt so incredibly naive. She had felt so foolish.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself from being this way.

She was incredibly helpess.

Pressing the phone to her ear, she shyly glanced up at Luka with a grimace.

"H-Hello?" Marinette inquired, her cheeks flushing red at Adrien's horrible timing.

"Hey!" Adrien exclaimed on the other line. "I'm sorry I didn't catch you this morning but I think I'm feeling a little better. I'm off tonight and I thought that maybe we could finally watch that movie we never got a chance to watch."

Marinette pressed her lips together, immediately turning away from Luka as she couldn't look him in the eye.

It was incredibly cumbrous to talk to her secret husband while standing nearly half naked in front of the man she was just about to have sex with.

"U-Uhm...didn't you have somewhere to be today?" Marinette inquired with a slight stammer, her hand clutching even more tightly against her phone. "I was sure you were busy today." Marinette cleared her throat, her chest feeling tight as she wasnt sure how she felt about blowing Luka off to be with Adrien.

But then again, they did finish their song. Marinette knew it was just for kicks, and Luka kept on his word and practiced. He didn't miss a single beat or note.

But what would the engage in after that?

They were just about ready to do the unthinkable, with Marinette's every intent to stop him which was only coerced by Adrien's sudden phone call.

Would they be able to recover from a stiff moment like that? Or would they be forced to make small talk and twiddle their thumbs.

"I took off the whole day to nurse my hangover," Adrien explained, his voice exuberant with hopefulness. "I thought it would be better to end it with you. I didn't see you when I woke up and I may have already started to miss you." He chuckled. "I hope you're not busy..."

Marinette nervously tucked some hair behind her ear with a subtle blush.

"I-I mean I was." She replied honestly.

"I was on my date with Luka, remember?"

There was a brief silence on the phone.

Marinette felt her heart swell in her chest, her eyes glancing up at Luka who climbed off the bed and fixed his shirt.

A deep blush covered her cheeks as Luka adjusted the crotch of his jeans for some obvious leeway. The male quickly turned away from her, fixing the zipper on his pants as there may had been a slight implication of his obvious desires towards her.

"Oh, I completely forgot," Adrien sighed on the other end. "I didn't think much of it when you left. We can always do it another time."

Marinette listened to his soft voice, her eyes closing as the voids that Adrien created immediately began to fill with just the simple sound of his voice.

Was she really going to blow off Luka for Adrien, yet again?

Marinette hated that she was like this and in fact, she couldn't stand the thoughts that flooded her brain almost every day.

It would take a lot of strength to change the mindset and habit she was in already, but she didn't have that strength as of yet.

Marinette knew it could happen one day, but certainly not today.

"It's fine," Marinette sighed. "I'll talk to you later." She pressed her lips together, glancing down at her lap with a grimace.

Marinette barely allowed Adrien to speak two words before she simply hung up her phone and stuffed it back into her bag.

Luka glanced up from the beanbag chair, a small blush on his cheeks as Marinette immediately began to pack her things in a hushed motion.

Luka frowned, his heart sinking into his chest as he worried that perhaps he took it a bit too far.

"A-Are you leaving?" He asked, gently standing up to assess her. He quickly placed his guitar to the side with a grimace.

Marinette sighed, placing her bag over her shoulder. The sun was beginning to set and Marinette didn't want to haul her ass home.

The sound at the base of Luka's voice only tore at her heart relentlessly, but she knew that if she didn't go back home she would only hurt Adrien as well.

The young woman ran her hand through her dark hair, her muscles aching beneath her skin as she felt as if she was torn between two.

"Yeah, I have to go." Marinette blushed deeply, her heart sinking into the acid of her stomach. "I'm sorry. I really did have a nice time. The song was played beautifully."

Luka reached up to rub the back of his neck with a grimace as Marinette appeared to be in a rush to get out of his apartment.

"Listen, i-if what I did made you uncomfortable-" he stuttered, panic bubbling into his veins as he was worried this could have possibly been the last time he'd see Marinette.

"I'm sorry- I got too carried away, but I promise that it won't happen again." The male explained, his voice quivering as Marinette reached for her keys.

"I can assure you that it wasn't forced," Marinette immediately interjected, her blue eyes shifting over towards Luka who stood helplessly by the edge of the bed.

"I just...I feel like I have to go..." Marinette breathed, her eyes lowering to the ground as Luka hesitated to move.

Marinette knew that she would only hurt him if she left, but she didn't want him to believe that it was his fault.

It was all her.

There was no one to blame but herself.

"Am I ever going to see you again?" Luka asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Marinette reached up, slowly tracing her fingertips across her freckled cheeks with a heavy heart.

"I don't have any intention to never be around again..." she glanced up at him, her lips pressing together.

Her heart raced in her chest at the thought. She was married, and in fact her wedding was about to be witnessed by thousands in a matter of two days.

She had kept Adrien a secret from Luka since the moment they met, but Marinette wasnt sure how she would go about telling Luka that she was already betrothed.

Of course, her arranged marriage wasn't something she paraded around like fancy jewelry. Marinette was worried about what people thought about it.

On the outside it looked like a total freakshow. She was forced to marry someone for an old set of jewels, but she had somehow accidentally fallen in love with her husband who was in a committed relationship for four years but he couldn't have given her the time of day to acknowledge her feelings because he was so enamoured by the real girl he loves that he was planning on divorcing her anyway.

Marinette was so conflicted, she already felt like her head was spinning in circles. If it were possible, she was sure that her heart was about ready to spill out of her mouth.

Marinette was desperate to move on, but the thought only felt more troublesome. She had become more and more withdrawn.

She refused to use Luka for her own personal gain, but then she'd suffer from Adrien's neglect.

If she wanted to start everything from scratch, she'd need to be up and front about everything that was happening with her life at home.

"When we get the chance," Marinette murmured, clearing her throat. "I think there's something about me that you need to know..." her voice trailed off slightly. She reached up to dig her fingers into her shirt.

Luka glanced up at her, sorrow filling his eyes as she spoke.

"What do you mean?"

The room grew quiet and Marinette remained composed. She knew that now wasnt the time to come clean, and there was always a time and place for everything.

"I'll call you...and I promise I'll explain everything." Marinette breathed, cutting the silence between the two of them and taking a step back.

Luka frowned, his heart sinking as he worried that she was going to reveal something devastating. The male glanced up at her, taking a careful step forward as he grew cold at the thought of putting space between them.

Marinette blushed deeply, about ready to turn away, when Luka placed his hand on to her cheek, guiding her face towards him.

Her words remained lost on her tongue, the moment her eyes glanced into his.

Marinette made it a point not to be naive and submissive, but she couldn't deny that there was some sort of connection with Luka.

She knew that it was there, but it didn't seem strong enough to act on it, but acting on it only seemed to make her feel worse.

She parted her lips, her hands resting on his hips and while her eyes fluttered closed once more, his lips lay on top of hers.


***A/N: Oh hey! An author's note in the middle of the chapter? Odd right?

I get a ton of messages of you guys demanding Adrienette or asking if Adrienette will happen. I've answered this many other times before which makes me believe you skip the author's notes at the beginning so I'll just put it smack right in the middle of the story so you can't miss this.

This is an Adrienette story, what do you think about the endgame ship? I obviously hate spoiling things, but the backlash I've been getting lately from both wattpad and is crazy insane.

Of course Adrienette is going to happen, you just have to wait.

YOU HAVE TO WAIT.

This is a slow build, and I'm sure as hell gonna take my time with this. So yes, the development will be slow but sure.

If that's not your cup of tea or if this all annoys you too much, please dont read.

I'm getting really tired of the rude comments.

So before you say you didn't see the author's note asking you to stop, it's in the middle of the story.

So please...

Stop it.

Anyway, on with the story.


Marinette sighed, her eyes puffy from crying. She rubbed at her eyes obnoxiously, knowing that if Adrien saw her face, he'd hound her down with a million questions.

She had given in to the kiss with Luka, and in fact she had actually liked it.

Luka had been genuine since the moment they met, but Marinette struggled to keep the connection firm.

Her heart tore relentlessly, and Marinette couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of guilt.

She felt like she was using Luka to move on from Adrien, but when she did anything that remotely moved her in that direction, she couldn't help but to feel like she was wrong in betraying Adrien.

It was true that Adrien loved someone else, but her brain simply couldn't work that way.

She felt guilty for leaving Adrien behind, but she couldn't lead Luka on either.

The young woman opened the back slider doors and stepped inside. She placed her keys on the counter, very carefully sliding off her flats as she almost wanted to hide in the bedroom before Adrien could spot her.

"Marinette?" A voice emanated from behind as she had her back turned.

The blunette froze, her heart jumping wildly in her chest at the sound of his soft voice and another void was suddenly created.

Marinette shyly glanced back at him, her eyes remaining low as she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.

"H-Hey," she sniffled, quickly clearing her throat and placing on a facade so that she appeared calm and collected. Marinette quickly tucked some hair behind her ear, reminding herself to breathe so that she could be calm.

"I'm glad to hear you're feeling better..." Marinette murmured, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

Adrien kept his eyes on her, his gaze immediately taking in her appearance.

Her cheeks had been flushed from the sun, her freckled skin began to shine in the golden light of the sunset, her eyes appeared to be swelled only slightly and he could very well see the hesitation in her smile and the pink color around her eyes.

The male pressed his lips together, almost sure that Marinette had been crying. He inclined to her, ready to express his concern when he spotted a dark red mark in the center of her neck.

Adrien froze, blinking as he recalled Marinette mentioning that she had been busy with Luka.

A small blush rose on to his cheeks as his mind reverted to the possibility that he had possibly interrupted an intimate moment between Luka and Marinette.

"Erm..." Adrien cleaned his throat, quickly reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. "I...uh..."

Marinette glanced up at him, curiosity swirling into her eyes as she wondered what Adrien was on about.

She blinked, her heart stopping in her throat as Adrien pointed at her neck with a light chuckle.

"Did I interrupt something?" He asked, his voice light in an attempt to simply tease her with her possible rendezvous.

Marinette almost wanted to throw up.

She knew the mood was supposed to be lighthearted, but the young woman seriously didn't want him to believe that she had been sleeping with Luka.

Granted, she almost did sleep with Luka, but for some reason Marinette didn't want Adrien to think there was someone else in the picture.

The doors that were possibly already closed for her and Adrien could have been locked with that notion.

Marinette loved Adrien, and even though Adrien didn't feel the same way, she didn't want herself to feel like she had been cheating on him.

Their marriage was just a contract for some jewels.

So why was she being so unnecessary?

Marinette reached up, pressing her fingertips against her bruised skin.

A deep blush brewed against her cheeks as she could still vividly remember Luka's lips on her neck, nipping at her skin and leaving her with his kisses.

There were some people that she didn't want seeing his kisses lingering on her skin and Adrien was certainly one of them.

"N-No. I mean...Luka and I-" she stammered, her heart racing as she tried to formulate a proper sentence. She needed an excuse- fast.

Anything that would derail his notion that she had sex with Luka when he called.

Marinette ran a hand through her hair, tears of frustration pooling in her eyes as her cheeks grew even more red.

Adrien widened his eyes, his heart sinking as he noticed Marinette's expression of panic. He pressed his lips together, immediately wishing he could retract his words.

As per usual, his jokes always failed.

"M-Marinette, are you alright?" He asked, moving closer to her her and placing a gentle hand to her shoulder.

Marinette blinked, her tears sliding down her cheeks as her mind began to race about a million miles a minute.

Each explanation that reached the surface of her brain only made her feelings for Adrien obvious, or only embarrassed her more so by revealing personal details between her and Luka.

None of those options meant any good for her and Marinette genuinely felt like she was trapped.

Without another word, the blunette brushed past him, her chest heaving with panicked sobs as she ran towards the back steps, leaving Adrien behind with a look of bewilderment.

Adrien turned, glancing back at her with a grimace as he began to mentally slap himself.


Marinette sighed, resting her arm against the baluster on the balcony of their master bedroom. The warm air of the night sky gently warmed her tear stained cheeks and Marinette wondered if she overreacted.

She had a hunch that Adrien was only joking with her, but she had never felt so pushed into a rough spot before.

Marinette had never been caught between two men and if anyone ever told her a few years back that she would, she'd laugh in their face.

Her hand began to glide through her hair, tugging at her dark locks as the lines under her eyes deepened.

Since when did her life become such a dramatic soap opera?

She felt a little guilty for leaving Adrien downstairs, completely dumbfounded but Marinette almost felt like screaming.

She wanted to scream until her lungs burned and her throat bled. There was such a heavy feeling in her chest that Marinette wanted to release, it nearly felt like it was about to kill her.

All of her anxiety, all of her pain, all of her headache was filling to the brim, and Marinette was a porcelain bowl that had started to crack at the edges.

Her knuckles grew white as she gripped tighter on to the baluster, her heart racing in her chest with frustration.

Marinette knew that if she didn't tell Adrien how she felt, she wouldn't be able to hold the weight anymore.

She slowly opened her eyes, her tears dewing into her long lashes as she glanced down at the garden below her.

Marinette could hear a faint movement behind her, and she gulped. She squeezed her eyes closed yet again as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Knowing full well that Adrien didn't have the strength to leave her be when she was upset, she was safe to assume that the person who was approaching her was the person she had been thinking about this entire time.

"Marinette..." Adrien murmured softly into the wind. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm terrible with jokes and I thought you were crying about something and I tried to lighten the mood."

Marinette listened to his voice, her chest heaving as the voids that were created before began to fill.

The young woman vaguely remembered that she compared Adrien to a black cat.

Certainly not their Tikki that he had gifted her, but more of the idea that he was a force of bad luck in her life.

Granted, most of the mishaps that stired between them were unintentional and somehow ended up teaching Marinette important life lessons, but there were fleeting moments were Marinette fell to far down from cloud nine and broke a few bones to her epiphany.

Adrien always referred to her as his ladybug. This was something that was not unfamiliar to them both as Adrien would call her that proudly.

He would often express how his life changed for the better since he had met her. Adrien made sure that Marinette understood that she was his good luck charm, and even bought her a hairpin with a ladybug print to enforce it.

Of course, there was that spotted swimsuit situation where Marinette had accidentally sent him a provocative photo she had initially sent to Alya, but that was a can of worms Marinette wasn't willing to open.

"Adrien..." Marinette murmured, slowly opening her eyes and straightening herself up to him. Her cheeks flushed and Marinette may have been walking on a thin wire, forcing it to snap and expose herself.

But Marinette couldn't bring herself to care at that moment.

Marinette knew she was certainly going to tell Adrien how she felt, but there was always a right time and moment for it.

With their current situation, and Adrien seeing the kisses of Luka on her neck it almost felt too revolting to do it at that time, but Marinette had a slight idea of when she wanted to tell him.

"Do you think small animals can fall in love with insects?" Marinette asked, quickly reaching up to wipe her cool tears from her skin before Adrien could even question it.

Adrien furrowed his brow, the blonde pursing his lips and leaning against the baluster beside Marinette.

"Sure..." he replied, his eyes glancing over towards Marinette with a warm smile. "If there's a deep understanding between the bug and the animal I have no doubt it could happen."

Marinette glanced up at the moon, her cheeks growing warm with a soft blush.

"What if the animal doesn't like the bug? What if the bug is afraid to tell the animal how she feels because she's scared everyone would be against it..." her voice trailed off, her heart squeezing in her chest as she dropped the pieces, she just hoped that Adrien would pick them up.

Adrien nodded subtly, his eyes lowering down to the garden below them.

"I think that the bug shouldn't care about what everyone else thinks. If the animal and bug love each other then that's all that really matters." Adrien murmured, his arms crossing slightly.

Adrien sighed, his chest growing tight at the thought of Luka possibly rejecting her.

But he wasn't about to dig into that theory, especially because he had seen her crying moments before.

"If the animal doesn't love the bug back, then I think the bug should realise that sometimes life can throw curveballs and it's better to get back up than to wait around waiting for the pain to subside. She needs to realise that she is worthy of love, but if the animal doesn't know about the love she has for him...or her..." he shifted his eyes to look at her with a playful glint.

"Then it's best that the bug be more up front with her feelings and say something about it. Perhaps this animal could feel something for her or want some sort of better friendship but he wouldn't know how to make a move if he doesn't know..."

Marinette blinked, her heart squeezing in her chest as she wondered if Adrien knew. She glanced back at him, her hands trembling as she held on to the baluster with wide eyes.

"S-So...does this mean that the animal might already know?" Marinette asked, her blood pulsating through her veins, her heart leaping out of her chest and her lips quivered with anticipation.

"Does the animal know that the bug...a-accidentally fell in love with him?" She asked her voice dropping to a whisper. "Does the animal know how much he means to the little bug, who'd fly into venus fly traps just to make sure that the animal is happy, even if it meant her wings would be pulled off?"

Marinette's eyes grew glossy, her heart squeezing even more so at her subtle confession. There was a small sliver of hope inside of her, she needed him to know.

Adrien furrowed his brow, his shoulders shrugging as the answer was right in front of his face, but he subsequently wasn't ready to see it yet.

"I mean, I'm sure Luka must feel something for you," Adrien replied, his gaze shifting back to Marinette as he offered her a genuine and warm smile.

Marinette sighed, her pride and hope immediately deflating from her soul, it was almost as if her soul was ejected from her body. There was a sour taste in the back of her mouth, and her heart sunk into the deep pits of her stomach.

Her heart burned in the acid and Marinette glanced away, her mind relentlessly tugging on the idea that Adrien drew to the conclusion from the kisses on her neck.

The first hickeys she'd ever recieve in her life, came from Luka.

The blunette reached up, touching her neck with her fingertips with a grimace.

"O-oh..." her voice trailed off slightly and she inhaled. "R-right...Luka."

Marinette pressed her lips together, her tongue swiping between her lips as she could faintly still feel Luka's mouth on hers.

Adrien pushed himself off the baluster, his arms lightly hugging at Marinette's shoulder with a small smile.

"I'm sorry for my tasteless joke. I promise I'll give you a chance to get back at me..." she rested his chin on the top of her head briefly before pulling away, leaving Marinette completely vulnerable.

"I'm not that much of a good cook, but I can attempt to make some pasta if you're hungry." Adrien explained, approaching the slider doors that led back to their master bedroom.

Marinette subtly nodded, her hand leaving the mark on her neck to rub her cheek.

Adrien paused, turning to give one last look towards Marinette before he bit his bottom lip.

"I know you took the pin that I gave you, and I'm sure you looked beautiful wearing it..." his voice trailed off as he hesitated. "But there was something I gave to you awhile back, and I wrongly asked for it. I left it on the bed for you. You don't have to accept it, I realise who I know deserved to have it and I may have caused you some pain when I asked for it." He sighed, his cheeks growing red with a subtle blush.

"I-I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. If you don't want to accept it, you can just close the box and leave it on the table by the bed." He looked away from her, his fingers gripping on to the knobs of the door.

"Feel free to join me for dinner and we don't have to talk about it." He assured nervously.

Marinette blinked, her hands trembling as Adrien excused himself and entered back into the bedroom.

She stood behind, helplessly watching Adrien through their silk curtains as he exited the bedroom to retreat downstairs.

A gift?

Adrien got her another gift?

Marinette couldn't quite wrap her head around it, and she couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea of Adrien attempting to cook her dinner either.

She tucked her dark hair behind her ear and she reached for the door handle.

Opening it with a swift and gentle moment, Marinette entered their bedroom, her eyes landing upon a sparkling familiar jewel that sat in a black velvet box.

Marinette felt her heart stop, and she swore she could topple over if she remembered to breathe.

She knew that jewel from anywhere, and though she may have worn it for a short amount of time, it appeared that Kagami had worn it even shorter.

Marinette gasped, a small blush rising to her cheeks as she gingerly picked up the ring.

Her blue eyes admired the sparkle of the diamond, but she couldn't help but to feel entirely confused.

Did he take it back from Kagami?

Adrien only ever mentioned that the ring was given out of love.

It belonged to his mother after all.

Did this mean he didn't love Kagami enough for her to keep it?

But why would he gift it back to her instead?

Marinette pressed her lips together, her heart racing erratically in her chest.

"D-Does this mean...that the cat knows the little ladybug fell in love with him?" Marinette whispered, her eyes widening slightly as she glanced into the doorway where she last saw Adrien.