Please enjoy!


Chloé looked at herself in the mirror. Luka had told her to dress formally. She had absolutely no idea where they were going for this Frate. He had texted her an address but she had absolutely no idea where it actually was.

She did another once over, just to make sure she looked okay. She had picked out a pale yellow sheath evening gown with a slit for her leg to peak out. It was off the shoulder with three-quarter length sleeves. She added white wrist length gloves and heels to match. She had no idea why she needed to dress this nicely but she simply did as the text said.

She checked her phone. 2030, time to go. Chloé was on her way out to the car when her father stopped her.

"Are you going to see that young man again?"

"You mean Luka? Yeah we have a Frate," Chloé told him.

"You be careful now! Don't do anything your mother wouldn't."

Chloé sighed.

"Daddy, he's my husband, not my boyfriend. No romantic feelings remember?"

The mayor sighed looking a little exasperated.

"Well, Chloé, you have been spending an awful lot of time with him lately. As your father, I must say you seem to have grown fond of him. I wasn't positive that getting married was a good idea."

"Daddy, I promise, it's not like that. It was a spur of the moment "why the hell not" thing. But he's my friend. I don't like him like that. Would you be telling me these things if it were Adrien?"

"You never got dressed up all nice to go hang out with Adrien. You never scheduled weekly dates-"

"Frates," Chloé corrected.

"You never got married to Adrien," her father urged. "Please just be careful."

Chloé smiled and walked up to her dad, giving him a big hug.

"Thank you so much for worrying about me, Daddy. I really appreciate it, I do. But I promise, there's nothing to worry about with Luka. We're just married."

He gave his daughter a kiss on the head and then waved as she departed. The only thing going through his mind after that hug was that maybe Luka wasn't such a bad thing after all.


Only one thing was going through Chloé's mind as she applied lip gloss in the car.

She had compared Luka to Adrien.

She had never compared Luka to Adrien before. Hell, she had never compared anyone to Adrien before. No other friends, significant others, enemies, nothing, no one had ever been compared to Adrien before. The reason? Adrien was always so high above everyone else. He was faster, stronger, prettier, better. But she compared Luka to him, and not in any way the old Chloé would have. Sure, it was just a thing to get her dad off her back, but by saying those words, she was practically telling her father to look at her hanging out with Luka as if she were hanging out with Adrien. A boy she had a one sided crush on.

She stopped anxiously putting lip gloss on and instead decided to change her hair style, changing her ponytail to a low side bun. Even her busy hands couldn't distract her from her thoughts.

Did she view them the same way in her head? Thoughts that would have previously been about Adrien, were now about Luka. Where it once was "I can't wait to see Adrien" it was now "I can't wait to see Luka". "I wonder how Adrien is doing" became "I wonder what Luka is doing". Every thought she had ever had about Adrien was now about Luka. Actually, when it came down to it, how many of her thoughts weren't about Luka? How many were left?

The idea of being with Adrien nowadays made her gut twist in the worst of ways. It felt like biting on rocks. Uncomfortable and grating. But the idea of being with Luka.

No way.

She was not in love with Luka.

They hadn't even been married that long! She became Chloé Bourgeois-Couffaine right at the end of August. August 28th. Her birthday, November third was in two weeks. A little bit under two months. It certainly didn't feel like two months. That wasn't a long time at all but it was longer than any other relationship Chloé had been in before.

The car pulled to a stop in front of a theater. And not just any theater. The Palais Garnier. No way. How did she not recognize the address? A sign outside said that there was a famous orchestra playing that night. Chloé smiled fondly. Of course. No! No smiling fondly. She had to stay strong. She did not have a crush on her husband!

But as she opened the door and stepped onto the pavement and saw Luka waiting for her in the blue suit she bought him and holding a small bouquet of gardenias for her, she quickly threw all thoughts out the window.

"Well look at you," Chloé teased.

"I could say the same to you. I didn't know you were capable of wearing dresses. I didn't think I'd see the day, Chloé Bourgeois."

"Haha, very funny. It's Bourgeois-Couffaine by the way. I was going to compliment you some more but you've ruined my mood." She stuck her tongue out at him and he returned the favor. They laughed at each other's stupid faces. The laughter died down and he held out the gardenias to her.

"For you. I figured they would match whatever you were wearing and it seems like I was right."

"Finally treating your wife with the respect she deserves," Chloé joked as she took the flowers. Her fond gaze didn't go unnoticed by Luka though. He avoided her gaze by fidgeting with the sleeves of his blazer.

"Only the best for her royal highness."

He finished with his sleeves so he could hold out an arm for her. She looked at him suspiciously before taking it and letting him lead them inside.

"We are in for a treat tonight," Luka told her. "This is The Royal Danish Orchestra. It is considered the oldest orchestra in the world, it's history going all the way back to the 1440s!"

"Nerd alert," Chloé mumbled.

"No, I'm serious! Not many people get to see this orchestra! We just got lucky that it happened to be in Paris! If I hadn't won that bet, we would have missed it!"

Chloé smiled to herself as she watched him continue to rant about the musicians and the collection of string instruments. She sighed and then leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyes never moving from his face. He was so excited.

"Are you okay? You're not sick are you," he asked suddenly, looking down at her. She shook her head.

"Just fascinated by you," she answered honestly. He smiled a little and let out an airy chuckle before stretching out his arm to open a door for her.

"Aww, such a nice boyfriend," an usher cooed. Chloé opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Luka.

"Husband actually."

He winked at Chloé and she couldn't help but giggle.

The Palais Garnier was beautiful on the inside. She had only ever been once when she was little. It was spectacular. He led her up the grand staircase and she couldn't help but try to see every ornate detail on the walls and ceiling.

"How did you manage to afford this," Chloé asked out loud. She quickly smacked her free hand over her mouth. "I am so sorry, that was so rude!"

"Don't worry about it. I had enough stored away. I wanted to see this orchestra at some point in my life anyway, so I figured why not here and now with you?"

"You're being so gentlemanly. This is starting to look suspiciously like a date."

"Oh never. But consider this your thank you Frate for letting me come to your birthday party."

"You know," Chloé said as he led her toward the theatre. "Now that you've worn this suit, I'll have to get a new one for you. You can never be seen in the same outfit twice when you're with me."

"That's something I'll just have to get used to, right," Luka scoffed.

"Yup."

He led her right to her seat and then sat next to her. They had balcony seats. Granted they were in the way back, but balcony seats nonetheless. As soon as the orchestra started playing, the world around them disappeared. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, leaning forward to rest her arms on the rail. Luka was sitting back, admiring the beauty of the music. And of her.

Every once in a while, he would lean forward with her to tell her the name or the history of a certain piece, explaining why the notes went up or the meaning of the melody. She loved it. She admired him for being so passionate about something. She had always thought that he just played the guitar in a rock band and that was it. Over the last few months she was seeing a completely new side to his music passion. Yes, rock music was his favorite, but he loved learning about each instrument and how they worked. He loved hearing the sound of an orchestra or seeing the notes of a symphony written out on paper. Chloé never had a passion like that so seeing it coming from him made her yearn for it a little bit more. She hoped he would never stop talking about it.

Intermission came too soon. It was like being yanked out of a dream prematurely. Luka put a hand on Chloé's shoulder to get her attention.

"I have to go to the bathroom real quick. I'll be right back."

Two minutes later, Luka was staring at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He studied the suit again. He had spent at least ten minutes ogling himself in it when he put it on at home. Luckily Juleka and his mom hadn't been around to ask questions. He had never seen himself dressed so nice. He never pictured himself in a situation like this. Because, as much as he would deny it, this was a date. A real date. Not a "go to the movies and maybe grab some ice cream afterwards" date. But a real, grown-up "the kind of shit the daughter of the mayor deserves" date. He knew that to Chloé this was just another one of their Frates, but this was really important to him.

Because, no matter how much he tried to suppress it, he had fallen in love with his wife. What had started out as a joke or a split second decision to get back at their exes became something he really wanted. He wanted to be her husband for real. And he was hoping at the end of this, he could convince her of that. He had to tell her the truth because that was what they promised. But he needed to show her that he was for real over Marinette and that he really was ready to put effort into their marriage.

He breathed in and out deeply, steeled his nerves and went back to his wife.

"There you are," Chloé greeted as he sat down. "I was beginning to worry I would have to come find you."

"No need. I'm back."

And perfect timing too. The lights went dim again and the curtains opened to reveal the orchestra once more. The world they had been in before was back and it was like they were in their own little bubble again. Arrangement after overture after concerto, the music continued. Until, much to their dismay, the last piece ended.

The conductor took a bow and the audience gave a standing ovation. But right when everyone thought it was over, the conductor was brought a microphone from offstage.

"Thank you, thank you so much. Next up is something very unconventional. As some of you may know, the Royal Danish Orchestra is new to touring and this is our first performance in Paris."

Everyone had sat down and began wondering what was going on. This was most unusual.

"Paris is very special for a number of reasons. Superheroes and villains are something very unique to Paris. But what made our trip unconventional was something else. Last week, a young man reached out to me and requested that we play a one of a kind piece. This specific piece was composed by him specially for our orchestra to be played tonight for his wife. He asked for the name of him and his wife to remain anonymous, but he did want me to say this: Only the best for her royal highness."

The rest of the audience laughed, thinking it was a joke. But Chloé could not believe her ears. Her eyes widened and she snapped her eyes over to Luka who was sitting back in his chair smugly. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she felt tears prickling in her eyes. She quickly looked back at the composer to make sure what she was hearing was true.

"I am so happy to have been able to assist that young man in this gift. Ladies and gentlemen, I am so honored to present to you Un Cadeau Pour Ma Reine."

"Luka, you did not," Chloé whispered. But as soon as the first notes were played, she didn't need an answer. It was the song. Her song. She felt tears sliding down her face even before the music swelled, every instrument creating a sound that filled the theater with the most gorgeous music. It was more beautiful than anything played before in Chloé's opinion, bias or not. The entire room held it's breath, listening to the melody. Chloé couldn't help but reach out and find Luka's hand to hold tightly in her own.

No one had ever done something this thoughtful for her. She had received gifts and medals and everything money could buy. But nothing would ever be able to beat this gift. There was no denying it now. She loved him. The music slowed again and she turned to look at her husband.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, Chloé."

She couldn't stop herself, she reached forward and hugged him. She hugged him as close as she could as if somehow that would relay her feelings to him. He hugged her back, being careful not to break her. And they stayed there, listening to the song until the moment the notes faded away.