"Adrien, you shouldn't let Chloe play around with you like that!" Marinette complained after class, once Chloe was out of earshot.

"I can't help it, Marinette! Her dad kicked her out." He whispered in reply. "I'm sorry." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "But you know you're mine."

Marinette's cheeks turned bright red; since they found out each other's identities, they had been together and completely in love.

"Okay, kitty, just be careful." A tiny hand tickled under his chin, he loved it as much as any cat would.

"When am I not, purrincess?" He smirked, then followed quickly with "Actually, don't answer that."


"Hey, honey, it's been a long day at work today, so I'm just going to call for some pizza, okay?" Marie dismissively yelled while punching the numbers into the phone.

"Pizza?" Chloe whispered. "Oh no, I can't... pizza? You mean peasant food?" She didn't want her mom to hear, but she couldn't help it.

"What was that, sweetie?" Her mom popped her head around the door. The phone was already plastered to her ear.

"Oh.. I just said that's..." she gulped "okay."

"Oh, thank goodness, honey. It'll be here in a few minutes."


"Come on, Chloe, pizza's here!" She heard the echo of her mom's voice fill the house. The voice caused memories, which brought her both happiness and the urge to burst into tears.

But the fact it was pizza... she didn't know if she could eat it. She hadn't eaten any for years. And of course, it was food for peasants! Packed with carbs! She inched downstairs, smelling the hot food.

It didn't... smell bad...

The girl sat down in front of the box, which her mother opened. "Voila" she laughed.

"Oh yay..." Chloe tried to hide her disgust, and picked up a piece, hating the feeling of having to hold food in her hands instead of using utensils.

Her mom didn't hesitate to take a giant bite, not noticing her daughter's facial expression.

"Cmon, Chloe, you can do this." She whispered to herself. With that, she took the smallest bite possible off the tip of the slice, chewing it slowly.

What was that..? Did it taste... good?

She had to take another bite to make sure, in case the first time was just a lack of substance. This time, it was bigger, and her suspicions were confirmed. This peasant food wasn't bad. Actually, it was quite good. She quickly finished, and picked up another piece.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" Marie laughed.

Chloe paused, swallowing what was in her mouth. "Umm, well actually I haven't eaten pizza in a long time." She admitted.

"What? Really?" Her mom exclaimed. "Well, no wonder, I'm sure you were eating fancy food this whole time."

Her mom looked somewhat hurt. She never really had cared when someone was hurt before, even her dad, but this was different. "Oh, well, not really..." she trailed off, unable to argue since it was true. "Actually, yeah, I have." Her head hung in defeat.

"It's okay, Chloe. You don't have to feel bad about it. In fact, I'm the one who feels bad for not being able to provide you all the fancy things you're used to."

"What? You shouldn't feel like that." Chloe responded, then turned her face away. All these feelings and memories were starting to mess with her head.

"I mean... I was used to all that stuff. But I can get used to this." She was willing to change if it was for her mom. If this was her new life, she was going to have to accept it.


"Are you feeling better today, Chloe?" Sabrina asked cautiously.

"You know what, Sabrina? I do. I think I'm going to be okay." She declared, then followed with a whisper "but don't you dare tell anyone I feel like that."

Looking over to Adrien, she smiled. The first genuine smile she had shown in school for a long time. And Adrien could tell. This time, he didn't awkwardly wave back, or cringe. He saw the girl he once knew when he was a child.


"What do you think about us going to the mall today, Chloe?" Marie asked nervously.

Chloe didn't respond for a bit, and continued typing on her phone. She looked up at the door, tilting her head to the side like a dog. "The mall?" She sighed. "Okay."

Her mom squealed, extremely excitedly. "Great! Let's go!"

Chloe hadn't been to the mall in a long time. Her clothes were usually designer, bought exclusively. But she knew how happy her mom would be to shop with her.

Either way, she would get new clothes. And she loved that, because something told her she wouldn't be getting designer clothes from her father's money anymore.