Chapter 8

Who Now?

Well that was one accelerating night. Chat had tried his best at teaching the girl how to dance, but unfortunately she clearly wasn't born with the talent.

The girl stayed in her drab bedroom when she got home, the one that she would probably move out of soon. They, specifically Adrien, was looking for a new house to move into. It wasn't like she wanted a newer bigger home, it just was that she couldn't imagine living without her parents for the rest of her life. And living with him.

She could tell it was already going to be a pain. Why did she agree to this again? Oh yeah. Her dream job. She sacrificed her life for a dream that was becoming true. One that was already true. She sighed and was looking over the letter her cousin gave her. What did that last sentence say? She kept trying to find the translation and still couldn't figure it out.

Her marriage to Adrien was about to be concealed in about two weeks and her soon-to-be father-in-law was frantically running around to make it the best wedding in existence. She was getting nervous each day. Ugh the very thought of it hurts her head. Each day she was slowly regretting that she had to marry that handsome bastard.

Handsome, yes. Somewhat lovable, maybe. Good translator? Definitely. Just the fact that she had to marry with almost 80% of no love made her unhappy. She'd rather find love on her own than having it being forced. Yeah, she would consider Adrien as a possible spouse if he wasn't so cocky about a marriage.

She sighed with all the thoughts rushing through her petite head. Current status: lying in her bed at 12 PM. She just couldn't get out of her bed for the rest of the day. Marinette actually didn't have anything to do. She and Adrien agreed that she wouldn't work until after the honeymoon. If she were the typical bride she probably would've been running around with Mr. Agreste, trying to figure out all the wedding preparations. Alas, she didn't really know a single thing about the things that Gabriel was planning but she hoped that it would be fantastic. What else would you expect from a renowned fashion designer?

Basically she was put under house arrest after Adrien found out she was sneaking out in the night. Accusing her of seeing 'other men'. As her fiance, his duty was to 'protect her from all evil-doings of man'. Whatever that meant. He also said that she should rest before the big wedding or she might fall asleep through the vows. As if a wedding requires two weeks of sleeping time.

Marinette was debating if inviting a friend over would count, so she hasn't invited anyone yet. Alya had been texting her the whole day keeping her company. Then there is a time where there was a grown up thing called work got in the way and the blue-eyed girl got lonely again. All of her other friends were busy too and she was too busy back then to make new ones.

She decided to create a new account on [insert social media here] to gain more friends the next couple weeks.

It's been only two days and she had made five new friends. One friend was particularly close to her. She truly talked to him 24/7. Adrien was assuming that she was talking to a girl the whole time.

Too bad she was overprotective when it comes to guys with her.

Her slow madness of talking to the TV had finally stopped and Marinette still hadn't been able to bathe in real sunlight. She really needed to get out of the house.

The young man looked at the airport in front of him. He couldn't believe it! He was in Paris!

"Are you okay sir?" the other man said in Cantonese to the man that kept oohing and ahhing. "I just can't believe I have so many fans over here! It's almost a dream come true!" he gave his luggage to the person that was helping them. "Sometimes I wonder what Aunt Sabine likes to do over here. I can't imagine living here."

"Do you want to visit her or go to the hotel first?" his personal assistant asked. "Just drop me off at their bakery. You guys can go over to the hotel first."

Bi Ming looked out of the window passing cool looking landmarks. He had never traveled so far out west before. It was mainly vacations in the east his parents really cared about. He huffed on the window and started drawing stuff on there.

"Yes! I do need you here ASAP!" the Italian girl yelled into her phone. Waiting at the arrival part of the airport, the girl grew impatient. She had been standing there for an hour and a half for her idiotic roommate she had been friends with when she lived in France. Twenty minutes later, he finally showed up.

"Where the heck were you?" Lila questioned when she got in the car. "I'm sorry, I was just hanging out with my boyfriend" Amelie answered. "You having a boyfriend? Sounds ridiculously impossible." Amelie's changed her expression when Lila had said that.

"Why did you even come to France? Weren't you still on that dance tour you kept raving about?"

"It's because of this" Lila held her phone up showing an article about the marriage between Marinette and Adrien. Amelie squinted. "I don't get it."

"I need to break up this wedding."

Somewhere not too far away, a certain redhead was smiling at the text his new best friend had sent.

Whoops I lost inspiration again. I've been also very busy this summer (actually that involves lying around my bed looking on my phone), and haven't been updating. Which is strange since I update more during the school year which doesn't make sense and school is starting soon so more dazing around the classroom with more detailed stories in my head! As you can see I only write Miraculous fanfiction, so I made an Amino community dedicated to Miraculous Fanfiction. Here you can post your MLB fanfictions, make polls, chat with other writers, etc. PM for details. I WILL TRY TO UPDATE SOON. SORRY FOR THIS CRAP CHAPTER. 谢谢你们 !