12. Adrien's Fangirls/boys
Murmurs greeted them the minute the door of their limo opened, the flashing cameras of the tabloids and press as well as the sheer size of the crowd becoming an instant blur of faces. Amidst the gaggle of younger people from the crowd who could only be members of his fanclub, a chorus of cheers, squeals, and swooning sighs reached Marinette's ears when Adrien stepped out. Her date for the night nodded his thanks to the doorman before turning to her and extending a hand. In the evening night illuminated by the bright lights of the Carrousel du Louvre, his hair shone like a halo about his head, the black and white suit he wore complementing the periwinkle blue pocket square made to match her dress.
She bit her lip, the week's earlier excitement at being invited to one of Paris's biggest fashion events of the season long since melted away to be replaced by tingling nerves. At Adrien's encouraging smile, she took his hand, letting him help her out of the vehicle.
A hushed silence fell over fanclub, press, and other attendees at the sight of Marinette, a stark contrast from the bubble of activity a moment before. Marinette felt the weight of every eye on her as the skirt of her dress fell its full length to brush the back of her heels, the familiar feel of the silk she'd spent weeks sewing, embroidering, and beading a welcome comfort on her skin.
"Everyone's staring," she whispered, taking his offered arm as they strolled down the carpet.
"I'm not surprised," he said, giving her a beaming smile that took what was left of her breath away. "You're astoundingly beautiful tonight, why wouldn't they stare?"
Feeling her cheeks heat up, Marinette cast her eyes down at her hand on his elbow. "I-I don't think your fanclub is very happy."
"Maybe not, but I am."
Plucking up what courage she could, she kept pace as they passed the gaggle of youths, stunned into silence. "Oh, really?" she asked, looking up to meet his eyes.
Only to find him staring too.
"I have My Lady right beside me, how could I not be?"