Hey guys!

I have a couple of announcements,

First off a huge thank you to all my people who recently favorited and followed this story, It's been a huge honor writing for you guys.

Second of all, I might have carpal tunnel in my left wrist, yay me…

It's not gonna be as easy as usual to type out chapters but with my newfound motivation, I think we'll get by. We're nearing the end my beautiful readers, with only around 4, possibly 5 chapters left (If I squeeze in a nasty cliff hanger).

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anonymousfriend27: Seriously tho as much as we would have loved a steamy kiss, she had no clue how she felt about him. She wasn't ready yet.

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Without further ado, I bring to you,

Question: a sentence in an interrogative form, addressed to someone in order to get information in reply.

Marinette's POV

Alya and I are riding in the car making our way to the new bridal shop in the heart of paris.

"So, how have things been with sunshine the past week, hmm?" Alya asks with an air of suggestiveness.

Anxiety pools in my stomach over the subject as I respond. "I uhm… I don't know. He's fine, I'm fine, we're fiiinnne…"

Alya glances at me for a moment before returning her attention back on the road. "Fun fact Mari, did you know the words 'I'm fine' are the most common words used when lying?"

I huff in annoyance.

"I just don't get him, you know? He's been so weird about everything lately I mean he totally freaked out while I was out on a date with Luka the other day."

Alys hums as she waits for me to continue.

"He baked me a cake a few days ago, he always seems to want to be physically close to me." Not that I mind. "While we were out celebrating his birthday yesterday I kept noticing him staring at me all the time and he kept complimenting me out of the blue…"

"Why do you think he's doing all this Mari?" Alya asks with a knowing smile.

I throw my hands up in irritation. "That's the problem Alya! I just don't know!"

"I don't know about you but I think the reasoning why is pretty obvious. It always has been actually." She admits.

I stare at her dumbfounded.

How could it possibly be so obvious to her when it makes no sense to me?

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think a guy who's just a best friend would freak out that much just because you left to go on a date for a few hours."

"What? What do you mea-" I gasp as the realization hits me. "You don't think…? Oh no.. you don't think he's jealous do you?" Panic washes over me. I bury my head in the palms of my hands. "You don't think he's in love with me do you?"

Alya stays so quiet that I jump the tiniest bit when Alya parks in front of the shop and rests her hand on my shoulder.

"But he's my best friend Alya! There's no way, right?" I groan. "What if he does? What do I do?"

"You'll figure it out sweetheart. I know you will." She mumbles.

What if he does love me?

My heart skips a beat as I consider the thought. My cheeks flush at the thought of us dating.

Do I love him?

I look up when Alya moves away to open her driver side door.

I reach for her arm and blurt. "How did you know you were in love with Nino?"

Alya turns back to me with a look of surprise.

"I uhm.. Wow, where do I even start?" She laughs. I watch her carefully as a look of nostalgia crosses her face.

"A year or so ago, in the summer, Nino and I got in a huge fight and we broke up." She sighs. "We didn't talk for weeks… I really tried hard to move on but when I turned on the news one night they were showing images from this awful crash." Alya stares down at her lap and wipes away a tear. It took me a moment to realize whose car it was due to all the damage. Nino had been in the crash and was sent to the hospital. I was terrified. All at once I realized if things had been just a bit worse he could have died. I realized I can't imagine my life without him in it. I wanted to wake up by his side every morning and fall asleep next to him every night. I realized I needed him more than anything. I loved him. I still love him and now I'm going to be walking down the aisle and letting the world finally know he's mine."

I think for a moment about everything that's happened the past few days. How much I missed him the past 2 years and how much I wished I had never left. How much i…

I love him.

Marinette's POV

I'm trapped in the what if's surrounding Adrien and I while the girls throw dresses at me and have me try on certain things.

I can't focus on the girls' conversations about the bridal shower and bachelorette party.

My thoughts become a jumbled mess and I soon break away from the group. I walk through the bridal shop until I find myself in front of the most beautiful dress I've ever seen.

I am vaguely aware of a familiar voice that airs a sense of confidence and superiority near the front of the store.

I take a look at the dress and find it's the only one of its kind. Wait it's my size?

I'm startled when a hand claps down on my shoulder.

"Madame Dupain-Cheng? What a pleasant surprise." I look to my left and find the fashion Icon himself, Gabriel Agreste.

"Monsieur Agreste! How nice to see you here! What brings you here?" I ask politely.

"Just checking up on the new bridal store. I see you've found one you like. Has someone finally asked for your hand in marriage?"

"No, monsieur. I'm still single." I reply, only to be met with a frown.

Gabriel Agreste's POV

It's in day's like this that I fear for my son's intelligence. Such a beautiful young woman who's clearly been in love with him for years and he can't even see it. What a shame.

I sigh and turn back to the dress.

"It's a one of a kind." I mention. "It was designed after my late wife's wedding dress. Elegant white lace, empire waist, mermaid floor length skirt with a mid length train, and halter neck line. She was truly the epitome of elegance and grace."

The young woman looks up at me with a soft smile.

"Would you be willing to try it on for me? I'd like to take it back to my home and personally have it fitted, should you ever wed. Consider it a gift."

"W-What for?" she asks, clearly confused.

"As a thank you for caring for my son all these years."

When she comes out of the fitting room I'm awestruck. The dress is almost perfect for her. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I quickly excuse myself to find a few more things to put it all together.

I return quickly with a lace veil, elbow length white gloves, and something I've kept with me for years since Emilie passed.

It's a beautiful and intricately designed silver locket, decorated with tiny roses like the ones near Emilie's grave.

Inside rests a photo of Emilie, Adrien, and I, as well as a picture of Adrien, back when he was five or so, in a small bowler hat holding out a rose to the camera.

I present the locket to the girl I pray will be my future daughter-in-law. When Adrien see's it he'll understand.

When Marinette opens the locket she immediately attempts to hand it back.

"I can't take this Monsieur Agreste."

I smile softly.

"I insist that you have it Marinette. It would please me to know you passed on my wife's memories." After that I take a few measurements and place a few pins with Natalie's help. I take a step back and admire my work.

"Absolument magnifique." I mumble. Natalie helps Marinette out of the dress without pulling out the pins and I soon take my leave.

Marinette calls my name and I stop in my tracks.

"Thank you Monsieur Agreste. Thank you for everything."