Ok I know I just posted chapter two but I have all these ideas so I might be posting things really close together. I love all of you who have reviewed for me it really helps me, and I might ask for help on ideas on the story.

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Marinette POV

I can hear my alarm going off, but it would take too much energy to roll over and turn it off. So I just lay here waiting for it to shut itself off. Fate had a different idea it seems, because, I could hear my mother coming up the stairs to my room.

"Sweetie You need to get up. I know you stayed up late last night making sure the dresses were ready for tonight at the ball, but you need to get up now." After hearing what my mom said I sat up immediately, and looked at my mom with wide eyes. She must have understood my shock, so she chuckled at me. "The ball is tonight, and Alya will be over here soon to get ready." I laid back down and groaned as loud as I could. Tonight everyone would see the dresses I made and laugh at them, these were beginner's work at best. After I got up, I went down to have breakfast with my parents, then I got ready for the day. Alya came over not too long after that, and we played video games all day until it was time to get ready for the ball, and all of the best designers in the world will be there! Why did I let Alya talk me into this? Too late to back out now. We both showered again then blow-dried our hair, and got started on our makeup. We did each other's; for Alya I did a light purple eye shadow, eye liner, light pink lip stick, and a small dust of blush on her cheeks. As for me Alya did white eye shadow, blue almost black eye liner, red lip stick, and a dash of blush to my cheeks. Next came the hair; Alya wanted her hair up away from her face. I gave her a bun, but in her hair I had put purple crystals scatted in her hair, then a flower that matched the color of her dress perfectly. As for my hair I really didn't care what she did with it, so what Alya did was take the hair put the top half in a bun. Yet she left the bottom half down, and draped diamond like gems in my hair. So the would reflect off my black almost blue hair in any light like her hair. Next came the dresses. We slipped into them with ease, and Alya gasped when she saw it on herself for the first time (I wouldn't let Alya look at herself in any mirrors until the big night). All Alya could do for a few minutes was look at herself in the mirror then back at me, but when she saw my dress all hell broke loose.

She kept circling me looking at it: "Girl this dress is amazing; it puts my dress to shame. You're going to turn every guy's head when you walk in there, and remember who I am when you're some queen in a different land ok?" I just laughed at her antics, then we did our jewelry. Alya stayed with our purple theme for her, and only had stubs with a choker necklace of pearls. For me though, I had earrings that came down mid-neck and was a clear crystal (that didn't hurt my ear at all), for my necklace I had a small diamond that my dad bought me for my 16th birthday. It rested right in the middle of my chest above my boobs. And at the very end, we are going to a masquerade ball, so I made them masks with a type of glue that would stick to our faces. But if we need to take them off we could, and then reapply them when needed. Alya looked at me, then made me sit down, took out some of my silver paint and drew vine like designs on my face coming off of the mask to make you more drawn to my eyes. I don't dare to look at myself in the mirror, and we slip on our shoes. Down stairs our parents are waiting for us to come down. When Alya goes down first they start to complement her on how beautiful she looks, but I stand there looking down. Am I beautiful? But before anything else I walk down the stairs my mother gasps, and everyone but Alya has their mouth hanging open. I look down "Do . . . do I look ok?" before it is completely out of my mouth everyone is telling me how amazing I look. Alya dad's phone goes off, and he tells us that the limo is outside waiting for us. I take one picture with my parents then head out.

The ride to the palace is not a long one, but it felt like a life time had already pasted. When we got there a man opened the door, and Alya's father came out first then Alya, and me last. The paparazzi was a blinding light of flashes, and one question "Who made your dresses?" was being screamed at us.

Alya just pointed to me and said in one loud voice that somehow was over their collected one "My best friend right here! Not only did she design them, but she also made them by hand for me and herself too! In less than one month!" After she was done speaking they came after us like a starved animal, and we were the food.

Alya's father held out both of his arms to take us down the run way to the large double doors that will take us to the ball room. As we enter the palace I can hear the noise from the ball room, and we follow the red runway to the entrance of the ball room. The room opens up, and leads down to the dance floor. As I look around I see stairs leading up to a terrace looking over the dance floor, in the far corner of the room a see the orchestra getting ready to play. Then I realize that all the noise I hear earlier is gone, and everyone is staring at us.

Ok so this chapter is way longer then my other ones, and I don't know if they will stay this long sooooooo just stay with me and Please review.