And finally, it ends. I know, "The end!? No!" But it must happen. Endings are so bitter sweet are they not? I found myself torn with how I planned to deal with Lila. I'll admit, one of my ideas involved her being hospitalized after being yanked from a car on her way to airport, but it didn't feel right. (Maybe I'll put that in another fic? I mean, I want it to happen, but it didn't feel right in this fic) I scrapped it for what you'll read instead. Several commenters mentioned wanting this anyway.=^-^=

Ch. 16 - The End?


"Don't be bemused, it's just the news." Nadja Chamack announced as she gestured to her guest. "And today I'll be having an interview with Adrien Agreste to talk about his recent engagement among other things." Adrien gave a wave. "Ready?" She asked noting he was and started. "The first question is regarding the controversy about why you got engaged. Subject of public scrutiny 'Lila Rossi' has claimed your father was behind it." Nadja then looked down at her paper. "Something along the lines of a contract involving you marrying one of his interns in order for them to be an heir to the brand?" She looked only slightly amused by that.

"Yeah, I've heard that too, and its pretty crazy right?" Adrien mused as he waved off the idea. "While I did have a contract with my father regarding the internship, it wasn't to marry an intern. He wanted me to choose one I could work well with in the future. You could say I was picking his possible successor, but not quite as extreme." He then leaned closer to the reporter as if he was going to tell a secret. "Though if you ask me? I wouldn't put it past my father to actually put this whole thing together in order for me to fall for a designer he could make his heir." The teasing tone he used caused Nadja to be amused as well.

"You would know your father best I suppose. It's just too bad your fiancé couldn't be here."

The model shrugged with a winning smile. "She already promised a friend they'd spend the day together. It couldn't be helped."

Chloe turned off the video on Marinette's phone and glared at her. "I told you Adrien could not come, and that includes watching his interview!" The designer blushed sheepishly as Chloe inspected her new gel nails. "Now let's go. Sabrina, what's next on the list?"

The red head adjusted her glasses and pulled out a tablet. "Your hair appointment starts in exactly 12 minutes, Chloe."

"Did you get one for Marinette?" She asked gesturing to the ravenette's less than spectacular hair style.

"Of course."

"Good, let's go."

"But it's at La Grande! I can't afford-"

The blond rolled her eyes. "Would you just shut up, Marinette? Of course you can't afford it."

Sabrina took stride by Marinette's side looking more confident than she ever had in college. "François, the owner, gives Chloe complimentary style appointments when she brings certain guests. It boosts their customer base. Don't worry about it."

Marinette furrowed her brow at the explanation. The day had started shop hopping through some very high dollar department stores, something Chloe called 'mall therapy' and then to an art gallery. That stop was surprising though Chloe didn't really look at the art so much as take selfies and talk to random rich looking people around the building. Their last hour had been spent in a nail salon where Marinette accepted a pedicure but insisted against anything for her hands. She'd given up having manicures and painted nails years ago since her sowing would usually ruin them within a day. They hadn't even stopped for lunch yet and already Hurricane Chloe was wearing her out. They stopped in front of a very nice salon with at least a dozen people waiting outside to enter. "Sabrina?"

"Yes, Chloe?"

"Have the gallery post ready by the time we're done. Also, arrange a nice place for lunch, your choice this time." She then went inside without another word.

Marinette looked from the blond to her supposed best friend/slave. "I'm sorry to ask this, but why do you do all of this for her? I mean, I know you're friends but… You know this isn't normal right?" The designer just couldn't help asking.

Sabrina was already working on setting up the post as she answered with an eager smile. "I know, Marinette, I'm not blind. I know she treats me like a personal assistant most of the time, but we're still friends. She's more likely to act this way when we're out in public, and I know you've noticed how she can be. She tends to sound mean when she's really trying to be nice." She explained with a rather warm smile. "I get to meet so many people, and she gives me so many things I could never afford myself. I like to think she makes me the part of her personal assistant because she knows what people might say about me if I were just her friend, you know? Not just for her reputation's sake, but for my feelings." She then shrugged. "Besides, at the end of the day, I like doing whatever I can for Chloe."

Marinette couldn't say she really understood, but she could see what Sabrina was getting at. "Marinette! Get in here already! I'm not waiting all day." The blond demanded as she opened the door to find Marinette hadn't moved from her previous spot.


Alya looked as proud as a peacock with what she'd put together. The story of how Lila had tripped Mandelle during Gabriel's show was already circulated around Paris, and several journalists had taken shots from both sides of the argument. 'It's just an off shine on the photo, and Mandelle tripped', or' Lila sabotaged her fellow model out of spite for losing the first position'. Most against Lila would use that excuse. Now, though, Alya was about to release the flood gates.

She was hesitant at first; Lila had been her 'friend' since she first arrived in Paris. She would always talk about the places she went and the people she met. On occasion, she'd even tried to help out her fellow classmates with her connections though now it made sense why none of those ever panned out. Lila had no connections to give. It had taken two weeks to really come up with all the information she needed; interviews, fact checking, travel logs, more fact checking, and her mentor was even good enough to look it over for her. "I certainly can't find anything particularly lacking here. Evidence from stories she's told even a few years ago can be believed with enough witnesses."

"You think? I feel maybe it could have more?"

Anna nodded. "There's always room for more, but in this case, considering you're posting this to your blog, I think you can be more relaxed. I'm sure the Italian Embassy will be releasing a statement soon about Lila anyway." This would effectively back up her claims unless Mrs. Rossi had a change of heart regarding her daughter's foolish behavior.

"Yeah, but I feel bad for Mrs. Rossi." Alya admitted. "She looked so… Shocked when I spoke to her about some of Lila's claims. I understand she's a busy woman, but to not know about any of it?" The woman looked especially distraught at the end, and maybe on the verge of being sick. The hardest interview of all, however, just couldn't be done right. Alya wanted to talk with Marinette, but felt like anything she said now wouldn't really be fair. It was obvious now, but she should have realized the lies sooner, trusted her friend sooner and done something sooner! So, instead, she spoke to Adrien.


"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't want Marinette to know I asked you about Lila." The reporter requested as she met him at Nino's house.

"Why not? She knew about Lila long before everyone remember?" He argued in minor confusion.

"I know… That's why." Alya's guilty expression now made perfect sense to the model.

He knew how that felt every time he recalled his perfect advice of 'her lies aren't hurting anyone'. "I understand, Alya, but you're going to have to talk to her about it sometime. I mean, you're still friends, and even if you still believed Lila's lies at the time, you still took Marinette's feelings into account before Lila was revealed. You stayed her friend and tried not to cause friction." He wore a smile at thinking about it. Friends don't always agree, but they still remain friends when it counts.

"I could have done so much better, though." She let out a sigh. "But that's why I want to do this without her knowing. This will be my way of apologizing as well as ensuring Lila's lies don't hurt people anymore."

There is was. Lies hurt people. Adrien did his best not to flinch at the mention. "Okay, so what do you want to know?"

"You've known she was lying for almost as long as Marinette. Tell me all the things you know she's lied about even if it was just to you."


Looking over that list he'd given her had been pretty hard. Lila had done so many things, especially to Marinette! Alya had known that whole incident where Marinette got expelled was fishy, but Lila had fixed it; and Adrien had made that happen; not the vigilant reporter who was also Marinette's best friend. There were even some particularly bad things that were more recently done. Adrien had mentioned how he believed Lila was the one to steal Marinette's design. He didn't have any proof, however, so Alya couldn't lay that in as an actual crime. It would have to filed with the accusations at the end; the ones with no evidence but may also be true. Just thinking about how upset her friend was that night made the reporter's blood boil. Lila had caused that! With all she'd gathered so far, she could almost guarantee Lila was responsible.

"It's good that you're putting your compiled evidence together with links in the description box, but you may also want to embed them in the video. This way, any time you mention a claim with proof, people can just click on the link that appears and instantly find it instead of hunting through that list of yours." Anna suggested with a smirk as she opened her water bottle.

"Anything to make it easier for viewers right?" Alya mused as she pulled up the video again and began to do what was suggested.

About an hour later and she was finished. Her mentor gave her a thumbs up. "Go for it. You want to ride the wave caused by Lila's current press. It'll take at least a week for something like this to trend big unless someone with media sway finds it."

"Yeah, I figured." She was posting to a blog that was separate from the Ladyblog; her professional one. This blog was dedicated to news she covered whether it was Ladybug related or not, and it was linked on the Ladyblog so her viewers could come check in with the blogger's current events. She tried her best to keep her personal posts out of this one, but in this case it covered a bit of both. She then linked it to the Ladyblog via a news update since some of Lila's actions were akuma related. The great disparity between the two blogs viewership would be a small obstacle compared to the fact Alya knew it was out there, and hopefully Marinette would know soon too.

"Yo, babe!" Alya turned to find Nino entering the office. "You planning to leave some time tonight?" He asked with a knowing grin.

Alya had told him about her project first. "Yeah, just finishing up here… Oh my god!? Is it really almost 7?"

"Yeah, but you did say you were finished right?" Nino looked over the new post and pulled his phone out nonchalantly. "Almost. I just need to double check the Ladyblog for any other content based on what Lila has said. I have them all wrangled into a new page to warn my viewers it's more than likely garbage."

"Sure, okay. You're not posting the video on the Ladyblog though?"

"No. The Ladyblog is for Ladybug and Miraculous focused content. This is related, but I have to make sure I'm not junking it up, you know?" That had been another tip from Anna. Alya had been good with getting content even though she was also very reckless in getting it on occasion. That being said, Anna knew what happened when a blog's core content got too thinned out with unrelated junk. "It'll make getting lots of viewers hard at first, but I know this will get around eventually."

Nino chuckled. "Oh, I think it'll pick up pretty fast." He declared as he finished his text to Adrien. Alya gave him a grateful smile at the support before going back to what she'd been doing.


"Marinette." The designer heard through her half asleep fog. "Come on, Mari! Get up already!" She groaned and turned over to get away from the too cheery voice. "Mari? You're going to be late to the meeting with my father."

Marinette pulled the blanket over her head, but pushed it back not two seconds later. "What time is it!?" She demanded in slight panic. She quickly took note of her fiancé Adrien who was laughing while looking over to her from the ladder of her bed.

"It's 9am. You only have four hours to get ready, milady." The blond's overdramatic tone made her scowl.

"Ugh!" She then flopped back into her pillow, but couldn't get back to sleep.

"Well, since you're already awake, why don't you have breakfast with me?" He asked looking not one bit guilty at waking her up early on a Saturday; the first Saturday in forever she would have actually been able to sleep in on. The internship would officially end on Monday, but that would just be picking up things at the office and so interns could get some last minute nuggets of wisdom from their mentors.

Today she was supposed to meet Mr. Agreste for the review that would go over her progress during the internship. It was basically going to tell her if she was good enough for the design position he had offered from the start. "This is why I don't think we'll ever get a cat. I already have one annoying feline to wake me up way too early." She grumbled with more tease in her voice.

"I'm fine with a hamster then." He countered before grabbing her ankle from under the blanket. "Now come on, milady, I've got something to show you at breakfast." She squealed at being nearly dragged from her bed, though Adrien was ready to catch her if she did fall. Marinette had a tight hold of her ladder before Adrien released her foot. "Great you're up. Now let's get you dressed."

The designer swatted his hands away when he reached to pull her off. "Okay! Okay, I get it! Give me a second and I'll get ready to go!" She climbed down the rest of the way and went to her wardrobe. "But it better be something really great or a certain cat I know is going into the dog house."

Adrien gave her a sheepish smile before turning around to give her some privacy. "Oh I promise, Mari, you'll love it. Plus, Stephen is going to bring Mandelle by."

"Really? But why? Did your father mention anything about changing his mind about Mandelle?"

"Maybe." He teased without turning around. "But I don't want to spoil any more. It'll all make sense when we have breakfast." After getting herself ready to be presented to Mr. Agreste, something that took way too long for Adrien, they headed down stairs where Sabine had food waiting. The eggs were still steaming much to Adrien's surprise. "Wow, I was worried it would be cold."

Sabine winked at him. "I know my daughter well enough to know how long she spends getting ready."

"So we're having breakfast here?" Marinette asked once she realized the set up was for them.

"Yeah, I thought it would be nicer, plus the TV here won't echo off the walls." He turned the device on and went to where he'd started recording. "Mrs. Cheng warned me you wouldn't be ready right away so I started recording it before I went to get you."

He started the program over to show Nadja Chamack starting her program the same as always. "Don't be bemused, it's just the news."

"Okay, I'll bite." Marinette started before getting shushed by Adrien.

"Just watch."

"First up this morning, some surprising news on one of the biggest controversial stories from the past week. Did Lila Rossi sabotage the Gabriel show or was it just an accident? A recent video released by local blogger, Alya Cesaire, may shed some insight on the matter. Most known for her Ladyblog, Ms. Cesaire, has been a reputable source for Ladybug and Chat Noir information since the heroes first appeared, and has a viewership to show for it. This video we will show very shortly is actually on her news blog which has a very small following in comparison. What could possibly have made this video go viral overnight though if it wasn't on the famous Ladyblog? The content will speak for itself. I'll warn viewers now, that some of the things you may hear on this video could be traumatizing to sensitive viewers or those of a young age."

The screen changed to one of slightly lower quality and Alya appeared in the frame. "Hello, people of Paris, though I suppose for this video I hope to be speaking to more than just my home city. What I'm about to speak to you about is likely not limited to the Parisians of today. The subject of today's news is a girl by the name of Lila Rossi. For some of you that name may sound familiar. She's the daughter of the Italian ambassador as well as a model for Gabriel. I first met her two years ago when she transferred into my class in college. I thought she was nice, and a good friend. She would talk about all the famous people she knew from traveling with her mom, and her stories were always so amazing; too amazing." She dramatized with a sharp tone. "Too amazing to be true. In recent news there was an incident where Lila Rossi allegedly tripped another model on the catwalk. I'm here to tell you it's true, but I won't just tell you that. I'll also tell you things that are not true as well as explain my findings regarding the pathological liar the world knows as Lila Rossi."

She wore a serious expression without a hint of a smirk as she pulled out a note book. A portion of the screen displayed a list. "What you see now is a list of lies I have compiled from not only my memory, but those of my classmates and people who have spoken to Lila Rossi since she moved to Paris. Feel free to check my links in the video description for source materials as well as transcriptions of interviews I had." Links floated up to the top of the screen one by one as she went down the list tearing each story Lila told in college to shreds.

Her serious expression only started to waver as she got to the bottom of the list. "This final lie was not the last one she told during her time in college, but it was, by far, the most damaging. This lie, and the lies she told with it, resulted in someone getting expelled; my best friend. In college my friend was always someone who would try to help others no matter what, but my friend was also the girl I mentioned before that would try to point out Lila's lies. Lila had planted stolen test answers in to her bag as well as a necklace in her locker before pointing the finger at her for theft and cheating. My friend's only defense was that she was innocent, and Lila must have been lying." Alya took a deep breath as she looked right at the camera. "And the one who was believed? Not the right one, I'll tell you that. As if being framed for theft and cheating wasn't bad enough, Lila proceeded to frame my friend for pushing her down the stairs on the way to the principal's office. An offense that was believed as well. This incident was thankfully resolved soon after when Lila herself claimed to have a disease that made her tell lies uncontrollably. You'll find the forged doctor's note for this claim under the False Ailments link below. This and all other school records shown in links below were provided by the college after I received permission from her mother, ambassador Rossi herself."

She turned the page in her notebook. "This next portion will be regarding my interview with ambassador Rossi and you'll find the transcript and a signed letter giving me permission to use the information she provided on this video." Alya then went into a long and rather tense explanation covering the bigger points of her interview with Mrs. Rossi. Adrien watched Marinette from the corner of his eye. The designer couldn't turn away and her expression was almost unreadable. After another 10 minutes of talking about Lila's claims and going back over the evidence, Alya went into an even longer list but didn't spend much time on it. "The items such as sabotaging an intern's design submission are all, as I stated before I started this list, simple accusations. They were provided to me by several eyewitness sources, but I do not have any substantial evidence for the claims aside from that. I want to wrap this post up with some words of caution. This post compiling evidence against Lila's claims isn't meant to be retribution for being lied to. I was a victim of Lila's lies, that is true, but my honest intentions are two things. The first is to make up for my terrible journalism skills regarding Lila from the beginning. I foolishly believed everything she said nearly without question. The second is help others not do what I did. Lila Rossi has hurt numerous people with her lies. Don't let yourselves be one of them. This has been Alya Cesare with the 411 in Paris." She waved a shallow salute with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes before the video ended.

"Seeing that again doesn't make it any less impactful." Nadja commented with a slight grimace. "This video first sparked major viewership after it was linked onto the social media page of the illustrious Chloe Bourgeois." The screen paused.

"Marinette?" Adrien called when she just stared at the TV blankly for several minutes. Her eggs had gone cold and she'd dropped her fork not long after the video started. "Mari?" He called again with a comforting arm around her shoulder. Marinette quickly turned to press her face into his chest before he could even register the movement. "Aren't you happy?" He asked while patting her head comfortingly. He could feel her try to reply, but it wasn't loud enough to hear. "You know I can't hear you-"

"I said.." She started as she turned her head to the side so he couldn't see her face. "Of course I'm happy…"

The model chuckled. "Okay, so what's the matter, Mari?" He heard her sniffle which pretty much confirmed she was crying at least a bit. "I-I don't know…"

He rubbed her back with a small smile. "I think I get it. You're just really happy and don't know what to do with yourself. That's alright, Mari." He then leaned down and kissed her cheek.


Gabriel stared down each intern with the icy gaze he was famous for. The room was quiet, and no one dared to change that lest Gabriel make them regret it. "You have all done admirably to make it this far." He started with a praising line that was not at all reflected in his tone. "No doubt my design team has told you just how much higher my expectations have been since day one." He gestured to Nathalie who was ready at his side holding folders. "I have spoken extensively to each of your mentors and decided on who would be rewarded with a design position come their graduation. You will find that as well as transcripts of what I evaluated inside your folders." The assistant then handed each of the four interns a labeled folder. "But even if you did not meet my standards for that particular reward, you should take solace in the fact that you made it through the entire internship; a feat the other three chosen at the start were incapable of. If you have questions regarding anything, take them up with Nathalie or your assigned mentor." He then gave a curt nod before turning back to his desk.

Nathalie moved them along at the dismissal. "Moment of truth ladies." Cyrano started as he slid a finger into the folder in preparation to open it.

"Yeah… Moment of truth…" Lauren squeaked in agreement while Francesca pat her shoulder.

"Ready?" Marinette proposed and they all nodded before flipping the folders open to ravenously scan their contents.

"Ha ha!" Cyrano laughed in victory as he held up a very important letter. "I have met the expectations of one Gabriel Agreste, ladies!"

Francesca let out a sigh as she couldn't find the same document, and no doubt the look on Lauren's face, said the same thing. "Well, I guess I can't be too surprised, but I thought for sure it would have gone to Marinette." She then shrugged. "Oh well."

"Um… Actually…" Marinette turned her folder to show the same document as Cyrano.

"Wait, what!? Two?"

Cyrano looked over to Marinette's letter. "Well, I suppose this wasn't really a competitive internship, and he never said he wouldn't choose more than one."

"That's true." Marinette agreed as she thought back to the acceptance letter. "He just said that anyone who does well could get a design job."

"Or gets engaged to his son." Francesca teased only to be immediately jabbed in the side by Lauren. "You know she worked hard too, Franky!"

"Oh come on, of course I know that. Mr. Agreste wouldn't add just any one's work to his special collection after all. I was just poking a little fun."

"What did he say on your review's comments? He said 'he didn't want a competitor to pick me up' on mine." He mused as he showed the comment.

Marinette looked down at hers. "Let's see… 'Arguing with me is a dangerous game, but worthy of praise. Don't lose your nerve'. Wow… Is it wrong to feel like that was threat?" The other interns all chuckled at the comment since they were all present when Marinette had the nerve to argue with Gabriel the day before the show.

"That'll be good to have since if you marry his son, you'll probably inherit the brand." Francesca mused aloud. That had Marinette's amusement dropping like a rock. It was something she hadn't really taken the time to think about. When she read the contract the day Lila showed it to her, she'd been too caught up in how Adrien was being forced into a relationship. It never fully occurred to her why. Even when Adrien proposed, he hadn't really mentioned it. He had taken her out to a nice quiet place before whisking her away to their favorite landmark for desert. He'd bought the most delicious chocolates for them to share while the lights below obscured the heroes from prying eyes. Then he pulled out the ring; the ring she wore on her hand right now.

Cyrano snapped her out of her deep thoughts with a pat on the back. "Well then, if she does indeed take over then maybe she can hire you ladies?"

"Let's not go that far. Who's to say he won't let one of his lead designers take over? He's known them much longer, like Stephen or Ulrich."

Cyrano rolled his eyes and the other girls matched the gesture. "Ah, Marinette, surely you know what kind of man Mr. Agreste is by now? With his son taking over his company he would, of course, want the design aspect to remain with an Agreste." He gave her another pat on the back before letting her go and straightening his folder. "But, I'll give you that." He then pointed to the blond young man who just left Gabriel's office. "Now, did you want to join us for lunch, or spend time with your fiancé?"

"If I promised to pay, can I come anyway?" Adrien called back having heard Cyrano's tease.

"Only if we get to pick the place. Ladies?" The other two girls agreed and Marinette let out a sigh at being targeted once again for teasing.


Adrien was getting worried as time went on and he didn't receive any message back from Marinette. Nino had proposed they go on a group date now that the internships were over and Lycee would be starting soon. The movie would start in half an hour and Marinette's last response had only been a yes followed by asking what time it would start. He'd let her know, but when he tried to call an hour ago to confirm, he got her voice mail. The blond was now leaping over the roofs of Paris thinking what could be holding her up. She wasn't at home when he stopped by there, and Nino would have said something if Alya had heard from her. He was headed for the Eiffel Tower before spotting a lone silhouette on a roof by the seine. "Ladybug?" He called once he landed to find it was indeed his partner. "What are you doing over here?"

She was hugging her knees as she looked out at the water. "Hey, Chat Noir."

"What's the matter, milady? I never heard back from you when I texted the movie times."

"Oh… Sorry. I guess I never looked…"

"Ladybug…" He called again when she still didn't tell him what was up.

"Have you ever wondered why something happens the way it does?"

Chat raised a brow and sat down beside her. "What do you mean?"

"Us, for example. Tikki was telling me earlier how all the past Ladybug's and Chat Noirs were all destined to be together in one way or another. I was just thinking about why?"

Her partner leaned back and thought about it. "Well… Creation and Destruction are opposites. Then there's Tikki and Plagg who have been a pair for thousands of years. Maybe that's why we are? I mean, maybe that's part of the requirement for being Ladybug and Chat Noir?"

"But if it is… Why?"

"Why not?" Chat argued back. "Is there something about it that's bothering you? About us, I mean."

She glance at him with a smile. "Well, it's not that anything about 'us' really bothers me, Chat. It's just… Why? Who decides this stuff?"

Chat Noir shrugged. "You got me, milady. I kind of wish Master Fu would come out and tell us this stuff. Then again, I really don't think it matters." Ladybug let out a sigh. "That's not what was bothering you, was it?"

She looked away from him and rested her head on her knees. "That contract with your father…"

"Oh… Is it still bothering you?"

"A little. I couldn't stop thinking about why, and the only thing that comes to mind is that I'm a designer. Your father wanted you to marry a designer so they could take over his brand."

"Well yeah." Chat answered back like it was no big deal.

Ladybug turned to him with a bewildered expression. "And you're fine with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because your father… he was just forcing his desires onto you."

Chat shrugged once again. "Yup, story of my life."

The heroine set her head down with a sigh. "Oh… Then I guess it wouldn't have mattered if I was-"

"Don't go there again, Ladybug. I thought we already covered this? I love you, no matter the circumstances. I've been professing it since we met." He scooted up close to her. "The only reason the contract doesn't bother me now is because of you. That contract, however, ridiculous it was, brought me to you. I said it before didn't I? It took being put in a contract with the prospect of marrying you for me to realize how much I loved you. I honestly don't know how Nino put up with me for so long before."

She leaned on his shoulder. "Probably the same way Alya put up with me." They both chuckled at the thought of their friends.

"I know my father might not have gone about it the right way, and it was really selfish of him to do it, but in the end, he got us together. He got his heir, you've got your dream career, and I got the girl of my dreams."

Ladybug chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Okay, I suppose I can just let it be. Thinking about all this fate stuff is giving me a headache."

"Yup, but you still game for that movie?" Chat pulled out his cat phone. "It starts in about 7 minutes."

"Race you, Chat Noir!" She suddenly announced while jumping to her feet.

"You're on, Ladybug!" And the two raced off into the setting sun… until they remembered the theater with the movie was in the other direction. They were thankful Nino and Alya saved them some seats and bought popcorn.


And that's it!... Maybe. I'm contemplating an epilogue chapter, but I'm not sure of how I want to go about it. I'm going to mark this fic complete with or without it however, as this is basically the end. Maybe I can do some short bonus add-ons? Well, anyway, I'm glad for everyone who enjoyed this fic. I was really surprised with how popular it was in the beginning. I thought for sure people wouldn't like the idea of Gabriel actually being... decent... ish. I agree he's not going to be father of the year, but he cares.=^-^=

As always, thank you all for reading, and please leave comments if you have a moment. (Maybe a few ideas I can use for an epilogue?)=^-^=