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Luka was walking home from school when a white limo pulled up next to him. Needless to say he was extremely confused. But then his "wife" flung open the door to the back seat and stuck her head out.

"Get in, Loser! We're going shopping!"

Luka had to stop himself from jokingly rolling his eyes as he climbed into the back seat. He set his guitar case on the floor along with his backpack.

"Next time, you should give me a heads up before you abduct me."

"Hey, you got in the car of your own free will, so therefore it wasn't abduction. Besides, I didn't see you all day. I figured it would be a good day for a Frate. I wanted to go shopping but Sabrina was busy. So I figured who else to come with me but my amazing husband."

"What else are husbands for," Luka teased. He leaned against the door, putting his chin in his hand before looking back at Chloé. "You know, I'm surprised no one had noticed my ring yet."

"Same here. After a week, I was sure someone would at least ask. I'm glad they haven't."

"Well you wear rings all the time. It's new behavior for me."

"You don't typically wear them?"

"Not typically. Especially not a gold one that under any other circumstances is very obviously a wedding ring."

"We should place a bet! First person to get their ring noticed loses and has to relinquish the right to chose a Frate! I'm totally going to win!"

They shook on it and Luka raised an eyebrow at her confidence.

"Are you so sure about that? You have class with Alya Cesaire. You know, the Ladyblogger who makes it her business to know everyone's business."

"Pfft, I'm not afraid of Cesaire! She never pays attention to me anyway!"

"Fine, we'll see!"


"Um, Chloé, when you said we would go shopping... I didn't think it meant for me."

Chloé paused from her rack searching to look at her "husband". They had gone to the mall and Chloé had led them straight to the men's section in their local Gucci. Luka was clearly feeling a little out of place.

"Well, I have the perfect idea for the next Frate that I get to choose and it involves dressing sharp. Not to mention that I never let any of my friends dress poorly. And since you are my husband it is double important. I figured we'd kill two birds with one stone."

"Yeah but from Gucci? Don't you think that's a little too much, even for your royal highness?"

"Well, I figured it would...suit you best," Chloé laughed at her own joke. Luka couldn't help but chuckle at her ridiculousness. "Ah listen to me! That was good. But seriously, Gucci is known for their bold patterns and colors when it comes to suits. You're anything but normal. Bam. Perfect decision made. Besides, out of the two of us, I'm the one with the best sense of fashion and the money so you have nothing to worry about."

He didn't know whether or not to be offended by that "anything but normal statement". Either way, she appeared to be having fun. At least, from what he understood about Chloé Bourgeois. She pulled a bright blue suit jacket from off the rack and held it up to his body.

"You're around a medium, right? A 38 should fit you. Do you prefer bright or royal blue?"

He looked at her with an exasperated smile. He could tell he wasn't getting out of this one. If there was one thing he knew for certain about Chloé Bourgeois, it was that she was stubborn. She didn't give up on anything once she wanted it.

"Royal," he told her. She picked a rather nice velvet jacket with a black swirl design on the lapel. "So what is this mystery Frate that requires dressing nice?"

"Well, it wasn't exactly my idea," she told him as they moved onto pants. "My daddy throws this big party on my birthday every year. You've probably heard of it."

"Sounds vaguely familiar. After all, what's the point of Chloé Bourgeois' birthday galas if no one knows about them." he teased. Chloé's birthday gala was among the biggest events in Paris. Only the most famous people were invited long with Chloé's closest friends. It was a big deal. Everyone and their mom would give their left shoe to attend just one of the galas. Juleka had talked about wanting to go once or twice and Marinette had always seen it as the perfect opportunity to design something fabulous, but neither ever got an invitation. Out of the kids in her class, Sabrina and Adrien were the only ones lucky enough.

"Couffaine," she said blandly. She didn't even look up from the racks.

"What?"

"Chloé Bourgeois-Couffaine. Anyway, since my dad does happen to know about the wedding, he suggested that I invite you. He, of course, knows that our relationship isn't like that but he still thinks it would be fun. And since I found out that Adrien wouldn't be in attendance, and therefore I wouldn't have anyone but Sabrina to hang out with..."

"So you were just going to drag me along?"

"Well I knew that there was no way you would say yes to such an offer, so I'm making it a Frate. Therefore you have to come along."

Luka chuckled dryly. He watched Chloé hold up the suit jacket to all sorts of pants, trying to find one that matched the best.

"I've never been to a party like that in my life."

"Well it's a good thing we aren't married for real then. You would have to come to all of the Bourgeois family galas and stuff like that."

"I mean technically we are married for real."

"You know what I mean," she fired back.

For some reason, the idea of being dragged to all of those parties didn't make Luka as uncomfortable as he thought it would. It definitely wasn't his type of thing, but the idea of going to Chloé's birthday party gala actually made him a little excited.

"When is it," he asked.

"November third." She finally settled on the right pair of pants. "We'll just leave it at this for now, I'll get all of your other stuff by myself so that you don't have to be tortured."

"Thank you for the mercy, my wife," Luka joked.

"Oh stop. Looks like my husband is a bigger idiot than I thought."

Chloé paid for the stuff, handed the bag to Luka and they made their way out of the store. Chloé suggested stopping for something to eat or drink so she led the way to the Starbucks on the other side of the mall.

What they didn't know was that as they joined a crowd, one particular head was turned their way.

"What's up, Alya," Marinette asked.

"I just thought I saw..."

Alya trailed off. She knew that Marinette and Luka had just recently gotten out of a relationship. Even if Marinette was with Adrien now, claiming that she saw Marinette's ex with one of Marinette's least favorite people might still have some affect on her. Alya wasn't even sure if it was them and if it was, if they were together. But the two people walking side by side and laughing did look an awful lot like Chloé and Luka.

"It's nothing, hun. Say, how are things with Luka? Are you two still friends?"

"I guess. I haven't seen him all that much since Adrien and I finally got together."

Alya nodded. Could just be coincidence.

"He isn't upset or anything?"

"Not that he's told me. He knew about my feelings for Adrien from the start."

"And he doesn't have any other girl that he's into?"

"Geez, Alya what's with all of these questions?"

"Nothing! Just curious."

Marinette and Alya walked into the nearest store and began sifting through clothing, pointing out things that they thought looked nice.

"You know who's been on my mind lately," Marinette called to her friend from the other side of a rack.

"Adrien?"

"Well yes. But also no. Chloé actually."

Alya froze. Was it mere coincidence? Or maybe Marinette was also onto Chloé for stealing her ex?

"Why," Alya said smoothly.

"Well she's been strangely okay with Adrien and I. She hasn't said a word to me about it. I was expecting some sort of harassment but she's been super chill."

Alya had noticed that Chloé had become rather lax with her Chloé-isms. She wasn't as snippy or mean as of late.

"Who knows. Maybe she's had a change of heart."

"Yeah," Marinette mumbled. "Maybe."


Luka knew that coming home would be tricky with the bag that he had from Chloé. There's no way that both his mom and Juleka wouldn't notice.

Chloé had dropped him off a little ways away from his home per his request. They agreed next Wednesday would be his turn to choose a Frate and then they bid farewell. He tried to think up as many excuses as possible during the short walk to the Liberty. But, when he got there, his mother and his sister weren't anywhere to be found.

"Mom? Juleka?"

Nope, nobody. It was kind of weird. He tried to remember if either of them had any appointments or something. His mom was probably out grocery shopping or "collecting supplies". But Juleka? That was weird. Luka decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth though and made his way to his room.

He could imagine how Juleka would react if she found out that not only was he friends with one of the people she didn't like...he married her. Of course their actual relationship was strictly platonic, if even that, but still. It was the principle. In the last week Luka had wondered why he would marry the girl that used to bully his sister. But there was always those words "used to". As far as Luka could tell, Chloé had shifted her attention away from Juleka, if it was even that strongly on her in the first place. He could appreciate that.

After all, everyone deserved a second chance. And Luka actually kind of liked being around Chloé.

"Where were you?"

Luka quickly launched his Gucci bag out of the door to his bedroom, finding his sister there when he walked in.

"Hey, Jules. What's up?"

She was sitting cross-legged on his bed, clearly she had been waiting for him.

"It was just weird that you weren't here when I got home."

Luka glanced out into the living room to make sure his bag had landed somewhere safe. Chloé had spent a lot of money on it, not that it mattered to her. Once he was sure it was safe and hidden, he turned back to his twin.

"Um...I went out with a friend."

"Friend?" Juleka did not sound convinced in the slightest. Luka wasn't comfortable with lying so he tried to keep it as honest as possible without telling the truth.

"Yeah, she wanted some help picking out an outfit for her birthday party."

"She? Luka...do you have a girlfriend?!"

"No," Luka said immediately. "You know that I'm not over Marinette. Seriously, just a friend from school."

Juleka stood up and eyed her brother suspiciously. She accepted his answer with a smile, finding only truth in his eyes.

"Just let me know next time. I was worried about you."

She kissed his cheek and then headed off to her own room. Luka sighed, retrieved his bag, and then pulled out his guitar. He laid down on his bed so that the guitar was on top of him. He took a deep breath in and then let his fingers play what they felt. It took him a couple of minutes to realize he was playing Chloé's song.