A/N: Thank you so much for the kind review Anonymous Koala! The criticism really helps and I'm glad to know you enjoy this series, in reality I think I'm a shitty writer.

Thanks to everyone else who reviewed, favourited and followed this story too! It really helps me to go on, especially since I'm a teen with low self-esteem. (Hey that rhymes!) You're all amazing people!

Anyway just thought I'd get that out the way before starting the latest chapter, which I was able to do due to my schedule being wiped clean...

So please enjoy!

"Audrey Bourgeois is giving away tickets to her show!" A girl squealed as she read the poster to her friends, "And the prize draw is today!"

A group of teens huddled around the builtin board as they craned their necks to see. It wasn't often that something exciting happened at their school, so the teens took this seriously. This was something they needed to see for themselves. They all began pushing and shoving, doing anything to see the poster. They had to see.

"Hey!" The brunette who called Celeste out was pushed back, "Watch it!"

"Sorry Amanda," A ginger blushed.

"Damn right you are," Amanda growled, "Whatever, my dad bought tickets anyway. Girls let's go!"

It was then a few girls left the group and followed the brunette.

Celeste rolled her eyes. She didn't even know why she bothered to turn up today, it wasn't like she had a future anyway. She sighed. That wasn't true. She did have a future, just one without her mother.

It wasn't like she noticed the brunette had left, worried about whether she'd gotten any sleep, or even tried to contact her, so what was the point. She knew for herself that she'd only be waiting for something she'd never get.

The girl pushed forwards to the front of the crowd. She wanted to see this for herself. Celeste looked at the poster and frowned. So it was true. Audrey Bourgeois was giving away free tickets to her latest fashion show.

The brunette studied the poster a little more. As much as she wanted to see all of the models on stage, she didn't quite believe that this was a simple thing. It had to be a trick. A trap to have her in the heroes' grasp. After all Ladybug was Marinette Agreste, a famous designer, and she could've easily gotten Mrs Bourgeois to give away two tickets.

Celeste sunk deeper into her thoughts. Who knew being a rebel was so much work? Always running away from everyone and everything. Never having someone to run to and having to face your own problems. Yet, she had been doing that all her life. She'd been alone in the world, never having anything to grasp onto. Always being left behind by everyone. She truly hadn't noticed until she was forced to choose. Now she had to live with her decision, holding back the half-akuma that controlled her mind.

The teen frowned as she thought about her life. How did it become so messed up? All she'd ever done was pine for something that everyone else had. Nothing else. She'd been obedient, done everything she was asked, and yet here she was. Alone and friendless, running away from everything she ever knew. Always frightened of getting caught.

The bell rang and the students began to disperse from the corridor. The teen was still in thought, the bell ringing silently to her ears. She was too busy thinking.

"Celeste?" Someone touched her shoulder.

"Agh!" The girl jumped and turned to see a kind face smiling at her. It was the same person who stood up for her in class.

"Liam?" The teen raised a brow.

"Um..the bell just rang and I didn't think you'd heard it," He smiled sheepishly, "You wouldn't wanna be late for class."

"Oh.." She blushed before backing away slightly, "Thanks. No-one really looks out for me here."

She then walked away, her eyes watching her feet move. She knew that he was new and didn't know much about the unspoken rules about her. He was only looking for friendship. But that couldn't be allowed. That option had been ruled out for what seemed like eternity to her. Even if she wanted to take it back.

She couldn't let anyone get close to her again. She couldn't trust anyone. She couldn't bear the pain of not seeing them again after separation. Because that's all she did. She separated herself from others. Even when she didn't mean to. First her father, then Emma, and now her mother.

"Bye then?" He spoke before walking off.

Celeste continued to walk. She was silent. She knitted her brows as she continued to walk. Her heart thudded as she continued down the corridor, each step feeling like lead weighed her down. Her chest tightened and she could hear her breathing becoming labored. Her mind swam and the world began to swirl around her, the colours blurring. Still Celeste dragged her feet towards her class, cheeks red and sweat forming at her brow.

She couldn't succumb to her exhaustion and darkness. She had barely gotten any sleep the night before and keeping back the akuma side of her was taking most of her energy. It was only a matter of time before she cracked. But she couldn't, she had to press on, even if it killed her.

"Only...a few..more...steps," The girl breathed.

She fell to the ground, her energy gone. Her green eyes closed and she let out a final breath before a violet substance encased her.

Marinette was in her office, once again designing, when she received a call from Alya. The bluenette sighed as she set down her pencil and answered.

"Hey, girl!" The brunette greeted, "You won't believe what I've just found out!"

"Lila's been caught?" She raised a brow.

"I wish!" Alya huffed, "No. Audrey Bourgeois is giving away two free tickets to her show tomorrow!"

"So?" Marinette raised a brow, "You know Chloe and I can get you tickets."

"But that's it," Alya explained, "Alix works at the school she's doing the prize draw at. I have a feeling Chloe and her are up to something."

"Aren't they always?" Marinette smiled, "Remember in high school when they threw that party for graduation?"

"Yeah that was good," Alya sighed, "I miss those days."

"They definitely were simpler," Marinette giggled.

"They sure were," Alya agreed, "Now back to the topic. I feel like Chloe and Alix know something we don't."

"You think?" The bluenette tapped her chin.

"I know," The brunette answered, "Alix has been acting a little odd for the past week and Chloe said she had to confront her on something."

"So? It could be something to do with Emma's birthday," Marinette suggested, "You know they both spoil her since she's the only girl."

"I doubt it," Alya sighed, "Anyway I'm gonna try and get some answers from Alix. Could you call Chloe?"

"Why?" She asked her tone confused.

"Oh, we just had a little disagreement that's all," Alya chuckled nervously, " We both need some time to cool down. A lot was said."

"Ok, but you owe me," Marinette laughed.

"Thanks, Mari," Alya responded, "I'll call you back with the deets, or I'll see you later today. Probably the second option."

"Definitely, I've got to finish something anyway," The bluenette agreed, "Bye."

"See ya!"

The brunette then hung up and Marinette went through her phone until she saw Chloe's number. Hopefully the blonde wasn't busy.

Chloe huffed as she ran about making sure all of the outfits were in place for the show the next night. The models were just arriving and had gone to the dressing rooms, getting ready to rehearse, leaving her and the other crew members to manage backstage.

"Why did I have to help Alix out again? I should've just come clean," The blonde grumbled as she placed the last outfit on the rail, "But then again we can all put this Luna Moth stuff behind us."

The blonde then walked to where her mother was surveying the scene. It was one of the few breaks the fashion idle got and it was evident. The older blonde had deep lines below her eyes and it seemed as if her face was fixed into a permanent grimace.

"Mother," Chloe looked at the older blonde, "Did you do the prize draw?"

"Of course I did," Her mother smiled, "It's the perfect chance to advertise my brand as well as seem charitable."

"Of course," The blonde mumbled under her breath.

"Plus I can always do my daughter a favor. Anyway," Her mother continued, "I'm giving you the rest of the day off."

"You are?" She peered up at her mother.

"I am," The woman nodded, "Spend some time with your sons. I know I would if I could go back in time."

Chloe smiled. It wasn't often that her mother let her have a day off. In fact it was only if the blonde was extremely unwell. Plus the last thing she said made Chloe reevaluate how she thought of her mother. She'd never thought about whether her mother had regretted her decisions, she'd only seen her for her actions. The blonde smiled.

"Thank you mom," She hugged the fashion icon, who hugged her back only to let go a minute after.

"Ok, now run along," The female snapped softly, "This suit is designer and I've got things to do."

The blonde laughed as her mother put on her cold facade once again. No wonder she was like that in high school. Her mother taught her well.

Walking away, the blonde began to decide what she'd do for the day. She got her stuff from one of the back rooms and left the building.

Hopping into her car, the blonde took out her phone. She was about to message the babysitter, when it rang.

"Of course," She cursed as she saw the name.

Hopefully she and Alix hadn't been busted, because she sure wasn't bailing the pinkette out.

Violet eyes scanned the rooftops of Paris.

A single figure stood atop the Notre Dame. They held a silver fan made of jagged blades and wore a similar outfit to Sapphire Paonne, however the feathers' details were indigo instead of light blue and their skin appeared purple. Their long wavy hair was violet in colour and it was topped with a purple accessory.

The figure wore no mask and their hair was a hue of purple. A frown was placed upon their lips as they stood in silence as they focused on the scene below them. They had to find what they were looking for. They had to keep it safe and happy. No-one could replace them. No-one could make the pain go away.

An urge to harm and destroy took over the being. They had to make others feel how they felt, they had to spread their hurt and pain. It was only fair.

The figure cried out in pain as a single whisper of reason spoke through their dark thoughts. They gripped their hair as they tried to fight it back, to have a chance of more freedom. The voice only grew louder and louder, until they were back to square one.

Sapphire Paonne stood upon the Notre Dame, a frown on her face. She didn't know what took over her, but she could still feel the energy coursing through her veins. The female panted, her chest moving up and down as she tried to remember what happened.

She'd had a fight with her mother, ran away, got no sleep the night before, and then went to school where blacked out. It seemed simple, but it didn't explain why she was here on the rooftop of the Notre Dame. It didn't clarify anything.

Another urge took over the teen and she froze as half a violet butterfly outline appeared. Her green eyes widened in fear and her bottom lip twitched. If she couldn't contain half an akuma, then how could she overpower Luna Moth and the akuma combined?

A whimper escaped her lips, before she fell silent. Once again, the beast was unleashed and she was trapped in its place. The girl screamed within her mind.

'Let me out! Let me out!' It continued on and on but fell silent to the world.

The figure turned westwards, once again looking for its target.

A twisted smile was plastered across their lips as they spotted a bakery not too far away. Surely the owners won't mind a visit. Even if they won't directly speak, or encounter each other...

"So your mother just happened to choose Alix's school for the prize draw?" Marinette raised a brow as she spoke to the blonde.

She'd known Chloe long enough to know when she was lying and it couldn't have been more evident.

"Yes, it also helped that I used to go there," Chloe responded, her voice deep, before she faked a cough, "I'm a bit sick, so I got the day off."

"Do you want me to bring over some soup then?" The bluenette offered.

"No, I hate the stuff," Chloe replied, "I'll just make myself something. I need to pick up the boys from Manon anyway."

"You use Manon as a babysitter too?" Marinette raised a brow, "I thought I was the only one who hired her."

"No, she's got a whole business set up," Chloe laughed, "Makes around nine hundred euros a week."

"She does?" Her blue eyes widened.

"Yep," The blonde chuckled, "If I knew that then I would've been making cash from high school."

"That's if you could handle it Chloe," Marinette deadpanned, "Remember when I had to babysit Manon when we went out?"

"It's not my fault she was a brat," The blonde defended, "Good thing she's grown out of it."

Manon was now nineteen and had long grown out of her spoiled and childish ways. She was a student and just so happened to have enough free time to babysit everyone in Paris' children.

"Sure," Marinette giggled, before going back to the topic she called for, "Anyway, what are you and Alix up to? Alya thinks you two know something we don't."

"We're not planning anything," Chloe scoffed, "If we were it would be for Emma. Isn't it her birthday really soon?"

"Yep," The bluenette nodded, "That's another thing on my checklist."

"Nope, just leave it to the aunts and uncles," Chloe replied grinning, "We'll come up with something."

"You sure? I don't wanna pressure you guys," The bluenette bit her bottom lip.

"It's fine," Chloe laughed, "Just don't worry anymore. It's not good for the baby."

"Why is everyone always mentioning that?" The bluenette groaned, "It's not like I haven't been pregnant before! I was literally the second one in the group!"

"I know, but someone's gotta remind you," The blonde smiled, "Don't want any miscarriages or stillborns."

"Chloe!" Marinette fumed.

"Fine! But if anything happens, I'll have you know you can't blame me," She shrugged, "By the way, I bet it's a boy."

"Chloe!"

"What? It isn't like everyone else isn't betting as well," The blonde defended, "Alya says it's a girl, Nino a boy, Alix a boy, Luka a girl, Juleka a girl, Kagami a boy and like a bunch more boys. More or less everyone thinks it's a boy this time."

"Can you just stop," Marinette blushed, "Giving birth is the last thing I have in my mind."

"It should be the first," Chloe answered, "But I know what you mean. Just don't stress too much."

"Fine, I won't," Marinette pouted, "You happy now? I swear you're like an annoying older sister same with Alya."

"So I've been told," The blonde laughed, "Alix can be the obnoxious younger one! Just treat Adrien right and we won't have a problem."

"I'm offended you'd even think that," Marinette gasped.

"Just saying, you never know," The blonde smiled, "I could be talking to a serial killer. I gotta pick up the twins now. Bye Mari!"

"Bye," The call then ended and the female sighed.

Once again it was just Alya's reporter skills going on the fritz. The bluenette then messaged the brunette.

Marinette: False alarm.

Chloe says they're not planning anything.

Alya: You sure?

Chloe could be telling a white lie.

Marinette: Doubt it, she seems too busy.

Plus she's a terrible liar.

Alya: She's gotten better, but if you say so...

I'm still gonna try Alix, just in case.

Marinette: Good luck. Alix is a tough one to break.

Alya: I'll find a way ;)

The bluenette chuckled at the last message before sighing as she went back to work. Finally she could have some peace and quiet again.

She then heard her phone ring again.

"Can I just get one moment's peace!" She grumbled as she stopped once again.

"Hi Marinette," Audery Bourgeois' voice spoke.

"Oh..um, hello Mrs Bourgeois!" Marinette blushed at her slip up.

"Please, call me Audrey," The older woman responded, "Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to collab for your next show?"

"You were?" Marinette drifted off for a moment before snapping back into reality, "I mean, of course you were! What were you wondering on collabing on?"

"I was thinking of doing a children's line based off Paris' heroes," The older woman explained, "I know it's been done previously, but I saw some of your designs and they look divine! So? What do you say?"

The young woman froze as she took in the woman's words. She wanted to collab with her? Marinette? The same Marinette who worked her way upwards and eventually created her own brand?

"Pinch me," She breathed.

Tikki, who was hiding in her purse did just that.

"Ow!" The bluenette rubbed her arm.

"Sorry," The kwami smiled.

"Is everything ok, Marinette?" She heard the designer ask.

"Everything's fine," She answered, "I just hit my leg, that's all."

"Ok...so are you going to do the collab with me or not?" The blonde asked.

"I'd love to, Audrey!" The bluenette smiled, "Just tell me when we can meet and I'll be there."

"You can meet today, at my show," The female responded, "I'll see you there."

The line then went dead and the bluenette smiled. She was going to do a collab with Audrey Bourgeois! One of the most famous designers in the world! Only the best got to design with her, as well as Gabriel Agreste, well before he was discovered to be Hawkmoth. Soon she was dragged down from cloud nine.

If she was meeting Audrey at her fashion show, then that meant she had a lot to do. She had to clear her schedule, get an outfit organised, get Emma organised, tell Adrien.

Marinette groaned as she thought about all the tasks she had to do. She thought today would be simple, but it just turned into one long errand.