She had just got used to a new room. Now she had to get used to another one. And she definitely didn't like this one as much.

Having lived in her dad's hotel for most of her life, she knew what is was like to live in a large place. It was distant. This feeling drastically changed when she moved in with her mom. While her room wasn't large, it was cozy.

But Gabriel was another rich man, who, like her father, could afford to provide large rooms in his mansion. This wasn't necessarily a good thing.

She finally had staff, as she had missed, but it wasn't Jean-whateverhisnamewas. The new cheuffer didn't even talk. Nathalie creeped her out, but at least she remembered her from vague childhood memories.

And the house was so large it felt empty. She hadn't felt this emptiness since living in the hotel.


She woke up late, because her mom didn't come to wake her up this time. Before she moved in with her mom, that would have been ok, but she had already gotten used to her mom waking her up. At least it was a weekend.

She walked down the large colourless staircase in her yellow fuzzy pajamas. The house was empty, until Nathalie scurried in, almost not seeing the girl.

"Oh, Miss Bourgeois. Good morning." She looked down at her tablet rushedly. "I'm sorry, I have to go, if there's anything you need..." she slowly walked away, obviously trying to not look as if she were running away.

"I'm fine!" She yelled pointlessly; Nathalie probably hadn't heard her anyway.

"Where is everyone?" She looked at her watch. 12:17. Saturday. Adrien was probably in a lesson of some sort, fencing...piano...Chinese, something. 'Gorilla' would be with him.

Gabriel, now he was something else. He was almost a recluse, he was so widthdrawn. He would be with her mom, because she couldn't find her either, but where?

Unless he had work. Surely, though, a rich self employed man would give himself a weekend. And if he was, where would her mom be? She still needed to get to know this large house. Well, if nobody was going to be there, she'd go out.

"Sabrina?" Her friend answered immediately. "Wanna go-"

"Sorry, Chloe, I'd love to, but my Dad wants me to come with him to buy a birthday present for my mom. Sorry, can we go out tomorrow instead?"

"Oh.. yeah that's fine. No problem." Her finger brushed the decline button a second after her friend put down the call.


She wandered the empty house, looking for something, so,done. As far as she knew, there were only two staff who worked here, anybody else like a cleaner or chef didn't live here.

Every room was empty, or the door was locked, like Gabriel's room. Nathalie was at her desk. The atelier was also empty, but she stayed for a second to admire it.

This room, though it had the same bland design as the rest of the house, had a large golden painting of Mrs Agreste looking over it. She truly was beautiful, the painting radiated.

On her right was a large empty black board hanging on the wall, with a gold framing. It's emptiness was unnerving, as it looked like it should be displaying something.

Soon, the room became eerie, so she decided to decided to go back into the coridoor, and look for something to do.

Barely two minutes after she left the atelier, though, she heard footsteps coming from the room itself. She gasped, but walked back towards it in curiosity.

"Hello?" She mumbled.

"Oh!" Mr Agreste appeared. "Hello, Miss Bourgeois." He almost bumped into her, but stopped in his tracks, almost as shocked to see Chloe as she was to see him.

"Um." She was speechless, and scared to ask him where he came from, so she decided to ask something different. "Do you know where my mom is?"

"No, sorry." He answered vaguely, then mumbled about needing to do something, and ran off in another direction.


Chloe could not play the piano to save her life. She was so bored, so she just sat at the large instrument, and quietly pushed the keys in succession.

She jumped when she heard the large doors open, and leaped out of the seat out of reflex.

"Adrien?" She called out.

"Oh, Hey, Chloe!" He replied while putting his bag down. "What have you been doing?"

"Nothing. I slept in, so..." she laughed.

"Oh yeah. We didn't wanna wake you up." Marie walked through the door.

"Oh hey mom." Chloe said surprisedly.

"Hi, sweetie. I hope you don't mind I went to take Adrien to fencing." This confused Chloe, since Adrien already had a driver. "I wanted to know about him, since he may become my stepson. That way Jacques gets a break for a day." She explained.

"Jacques?"

"Gorilla." Adrien laughed.

"Hey! Don't be rude!" Marie jokingly told him off. "I have to run off again, but I'll be back in an hour, ok honey?"

"K mom, bye." She was still kinda confused, but let everything happen.

"Do you not have anything to do today, Chlo?" Adrien asked as her mom closed the door.


Hey! So I know (season 2 spoilers) that Chloe's mom has been confirmed to be called "Audrey" and quite fashionable, but I'm keeping her name here as Marie because I like to think that in this world, Chloe hated Marinette subconsciously for having such a similar name to her mom. Also, it's been fifteen years. We can imagine her fashionability has probably declined. (I still think she's style queen)

I was going to continue, but im going to make this chapter in 2 parts.

Luv.