A/N: Here's the epilogue! Once again, thank you everyone who read this story and supported it! Now that this one's over I can work on some of the others that have been waiting to be published. (I have really bad time management).

To be honest towards the end I got kinda stumped (and lazy) but I made sure to keep the quality up. So hopefully it's not obvious.

Apart from that, I have nothing else to say really. So till next time,

D.L.D

*Seven Years Later*

"Hurry up!" Audrey Bourgeois snapped as she stepped off her private jet.

The famous fashion designer/critique was visiting Paris for the month and she was already regretting it. All these meetings, shows and appearances were so tiring and the woman wanted nothing more than her retirement to hurry up. She sighed as she watched her ward follow her.

The brunette had blue tipped hair and olive green eyes. In her arms were a bunch of bags and things that the blonde had requested they needed. The assistants immediately took them off the fumbling brunette and she tried to catch up to her benefactor.

"I'm going as fast as I can Audrey!" The young woman huffed as she caught up. It had been like that since the first day seven years ago...

"Well clearly it isn't fast enough!" The blonde sighed as they both got into a car.

The young woman sighed as she sat beside the designer/ critique. She knew that Audrey was just being snappy because they were running late, but she couldn't help but take it personally. Ever since she'd worked with Audrey, the brunette couldn't help but feel she was doing everything wrong. It was always: well you need to do things better.

However, Audrey's harsh words did help the young woman shape into the person she was today. A few years ago, she would've been a mess always doing the opposite of what she was told. The female chuckled at the memories. They were good times...

Before she knew it, the car had come to a halt and Audrey was already instructing her.

"We're here," The blonde spoke, "I'll be back in a few hours. You can go visit some of your old...acquaintances." The word seemed to slip from the blonde's tongue as if it were a foul taste.

"Thank you, Audrey," The brunette smiled before getting her bag.

"No problem," Audrey flashed a smile, "Anything for my ward."

The young woman just chuckled at the blonde's words. She knew that she wasn't just a ward to the designer/ critique, she was a second chance at being a good mother.

"Ok, I'll be back at the hotel by ten," The brunette spoke before getting out of the car, "I promise."

Audrey gave the young woman a warm smile before closing the car door. Once the door was closed, it immediately sped off, fading into the distance.

The brunette sighed before getting out her phone. Last time she checked everyone still lived in the same area.

"Time to meet some old faces," She smiled at Duusu, who was hiding in her jacket pocket, then began to walk away.

"Miss Rossi," Lila sat up to look at the prison warden, "You have a visitor."

"A visitor?" The woman peered at the warden.

No-one ever came to visit her. Lila Rossi. She was left alone to rot in her own cell. After all 'Luna Moth' was too dangerous to be with other prisoners even if her miraculous had been taken. Gabriel Agreste was only allowed around her, but even he left just over two years ago and the female couldn't feel anymore alone. Alone. That describes her predicament perfectly.

Lila shivered as she remembered when she first came here. It'd be better if those memories are kept hidden.

"Follow me," The warden spoke and she followed him out of the cell.

The two went through a series of corridors and double doors, until they arrived in a room filled with tables and chairs. There were a few empty ones, but the ones that weren't had an array of people there. Couples, families and friends all socialised in the room, enjoying the limited amount of time they had. It almost calmed the brunette's nerves. Almost.

The warden pointed towards a table. Lila's eyes followed their arm, to see her 'visitor'. She was intrigued to see who wanted to talk to her.

At the table sat a young woman, who looked around twenty, with olive green eyes and brown, blue-tipped hair. She was busy scrolling through her phone, and so didn't notice Lila looking at her.

"That's your visitor," The warden spoke before going off towards their post.

Lila sighed as she was left alone. Something about that woman seemed familiar and she couldn't help but recognise her from somewhere. Taking trepidation, Lila approached the table. People from all over the room glanced at her as she passed. The brunette wasn't too surprised. She knew that everyone had heard about her alter ego and so wasn't surprised when they stared. In fact she frowned. She'd forever be known as the villain who terrorized Paris. Never what she was before. It made her feel as fucked up as ever. Like there was no redemption...

Ignoring the glances and stares, Lila took her seat at the table and cleared her throat.

"You must be my visitor," She smiled.

The young woman placed her phone in her bag and looked at the woman.

"Nice to see some things don't change," She spoke, "Mother."

...

Celeste looked at the woman sitting across from her. Prison had done a lot to the once youthful and attractive woman that was in front of her.

A light grey streak went through her hair and two dark circles highlighted her green eyes. Oh her eyes! Lila's green eyes once lit up with life were now dull and hollow. Her once glowing skin was now dull and lackluster. It made Celeste wonder what had happened to her.

"Celeste?" The older woman finally spoke.

"Yep," The young woman smiled, "I'm back in Paris. I thought that visiting you would help close everything."

"What do you mean close everything?" Lila raised a brow.

"Well after everything you did, I now have PTSD," Celeste sighed, "When I'm all alone in the dark it starts. Sometimes I get flashbacks, sometimes I won't eat the next day, I even get nightmares."

Lila sat there, eyes wide in shock as her daughter went on and on about what she'd caused. Something that wouldn't be there if she didn't use her. It made her feel terrible. Just to know that she, Lila Rossi, was the cause of someone's misery was enough to make her sick to her core.

"But even if I'm stuck with this disorder," Celeste smiled, her voice breaking the older woman's thoughts, "I guess I still kinda forgive you."

A silence filled the space between them. Words that neither would think would ever be said, rang in their ears. 'I Forgive you.' Those three words of closure. For both of them.

"You...forgive me?" Lila peered at her daughter.

In all her years the woman had only heard them twice. The two people who said that she forever treasured in her heart, even if they hated her now...

"Well, no-one deserves not to be forgiven," The young woman chuckled, "Plus it was way overdue. I wasn't an angel back then and I guess you tried your best. You were only fourteen years older."

The two women looked at each other, each coming to their own conclusion. Finally closure would be achieved. The sound of Celeste's ringtone broke the stilled silence between them.

The young woman's eyes widened as she heard Alya's voice.

"Well, I gotta go," Celeste smiled at her mother, "If you want, I can visit."

"I'd love that," Lila smiled back, "It gets lonely here."

"I can tell," Celeste chuckled as she put on her jacket, "See you soon."

The older woman smiled as she watched her daughter walk away. Lila knew that the once unruly teen had become a brilliant young woman and she couldn't wait to see what great things she'd achieve. For once she felt like she'd done something right by leaving Celeste on her own. Since she wasn't there to fuck anything up, she knew that Celeste now had a good future ahead. One that even she'd be proud of..

"Mari and Adrien are gonna freak when they learn you're in Paris!" Alya beamed as the pair waited in traffic.

The brunette had heard of Audrey's visit and knew that Celeste would follow. So being the good friend she was, the female decided to surprise her and drive her to see all their friends.

"I know," Celeste smiled, "Emma must be eight now and they must have had the second one by now."

"They've actually got three now," Alya chuckled as she thought about them, "Emma's always up to mischief, Louis is always annoying her and Hugo's always following them around like a lost puppy."

"It must be fun babysitting them then," Celeste giggled.

"You'd have to ask Alix and Luka that," Alya smiled, "They're everyone's go to sitters. Well Luka's kinda busy now since Kagami's expecting."

"She is!" The young woman's eyes widened.

"Yep," Alya nodded, before winking, "So? When are you gonna hook up with someone?"

"Alya!" Celeste blushed, as she bit her lip, "I'm happily single."

"And ready to mingle~" The brunette winked before parking, "And we're here!"

Stood in front of them was a house that looked like it was from a dream. Celeste knew that Marinette and Adrien were wealthy, but this was just a whole new level! (A/N: Too lazy to describe the house, just use your imaginations. :p)

"It's so huge!" Celeste gawked.

"Yep," Alya chuckled, "But then again Mari and Adrien have a huge income."

"True," The young woman agreed.

"Now let's go inside!" Alya grabbed the young woman by the arm and dragged her into the building.

"Mom!" Emma ran into the kitchen, "Dad's teaming up with Louis again! And Hugo's joined them too!"

Marinette chuckled as she listened to Emma say about how all three boys teamed up to capture her and get her into a dress. If anyone knew Emma Agreste, then they knew that it was almost impossible to get her into a dress. It was the one thing she hated doing.

"Why don't we get them back," Marinette smirked, and the girl smirked back knowing exactly what her mother had planned.

Both immediately got to work on their scheme, while the three boys decided on their attack plan.

"A guest is here!" Alya burst into the house to hear giggling coming from the kitchen, "Of course..."

She knew exactly what was going on.

"What?" Celeste peered at the older brunette.

"You'll see in a moment," Alya sighed, "You might want to grab something for cover."

Taking note of Alya's words, Celeste grabbed her umbrella and got ready to use it as cover. The two women then made their way to the kitchen where the sounds of laughing and voices were heard.

"Really Chaton?" Marinette's voice was heard.

"You were the one who initiated it," Came his reply.

"Hey!" Both adults voices were heard as three other voices giggled.

"Party's over," Alya burst into the room, sunglasses over her eyes, "The police have arrived!"

The entire kitchen had flour scattered everywhere, with five figures with flour all over them. The sight was hilarious and the brunette couldn't help but chuckle. Somehow they always found a new way to surprise her.

"Did Mari dare you to get Emma into a dress again, Adrien?" Alya peered at the blonde who grinned sheepishly, "You'd think you'd learn...And you three- "

The three children peered at the brunette. It wasn't often that she addressed them when something like this happened.

"I have a visitor today," The brunette smiled, "She's a good friend."

"A visitor!" All three were filled with excitement. It wasn't often that they got to meet interesting people.

"Yep," Alya nodded, "And Emma's already met her."

"I have?" Emma tilted her head.

"Mhm," Alya hummed, "But before she can meet you all, you'd better get tidied up."

"Ok," All three children then left the room, while Alya looked at the two adults.

"You two are so childish sometimes," She chuckled as she looked at them, "How did you manage to get flour everywhere?"

"It's a long story," Adrien chuckled.

"Sure," Alya rolled her eyes playfully, "Anyway, we have a visitor. You can come in now!"

*A few hours later*

Celeste smiled as she was surrounded by familiar faces. Everyone had come to see her that evening and she couldn't remember that last time she felt so...familiar. Everything was so warm and inviting and and she knew that it had been a luxury she'd missed over the past few years. Heck, she's missed it her entire life.

But now she could make up for lost time. She finally had people who cared about her and had fixed her broken family unit. The young woman couldn't feel any happier. It kinda made her glad that she returned to Paris.

"So? Are you staying here?" The brunette looked beside her to see a smiling Emma.

"Well, I'm only here for a visit," She noticed the girl's face frown slightly, "However I do miss Paris when I'm in New York."

"You do?" The dark haired girl raised a brow.

"Mhm," Celeste nodded, "So I'll probably ask Audrey to pull a few strings and let me stay in Paris. After all I'm turning twenty-one in a few days."

"You are?" Emma looked at the woman, "Cool!"

"I guess it kinda is," The young woman shrugged, "And it also means I'm a adult! So I can do as I please!"

The rest of the evening, Celeste had the most fun she'd had in years. She caught up with some old friends, visited some relatives and soon decided what she wanted to do in her future. Once she got back to her hotel suite, the brunette got her phone and dialed a familiar yet unused number.

"Hello?" The voice spoke.

"Hi, it's Celeste Rossi," The brunette spoke, "I was wondering if I could take that job offer."

"Of course!" The person answered, "We'll alert the head of our division immediately. They'll be so glad that you chose to become an officer."

"Me too," Celeste smiled as she looked at the city's skyline, "Me too."