Quick note: Hello, everyone! This is my second Miraculous fanfiction. When I first came up with this story, I was thinking that this story should take place in, let's say...Season 3-4 now, but now I have this chapter take place within Season 4. And in response to the Utau54 review about Lila in my first Miraculous story, Aisha would be siding with Marinette and Adrien about her if she does appear.
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It was a bright and sunny—there wasn't even a speck of a cloud in the sky—day in Paris, France. The young girl had a long flight from her home country; she barely slept and felt wide awake and alert. Looking out the window and there, she saw the city itself. A city with a history going back centuries, a rich mix of modern times, and the respect of the past. And the landmarks. The cuisine and the people. She was going to experience it herself.
"So, what brings you to Paris, mademoiselle?" asked the taxi driver after the young girl packed her luggage bags in the vehicle's truck and got in the backseat.
She sighed. "Many reasons." She hoped they were good reasons but would rather keep them to herself. For now.
"Ah…"
She added, "And my youngest uncle lives here with his family, so I'm going to stay with them for a while…"
"Well, mademoiselle, you'll love to see what Paris has to offer," said the taxi driver. "After all, no one can ever get tired of seeing Paris."
She smiled. "So, I've heard."
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The young girl looked to her left, and there was the Eiffel Tower. "Our iconic Eiffel Tower was built to celebrate the centennial of the French Revolution." Next came the Trocadero. "It was built in 1867 and was the first underground aquarium in the entire world." Now the Louvre. "The largest art museum in the world and home to Leonardo da Vinci's 1503 painting, the Mona Lisa."
The taxi driver gasped when she saw two stone statues. "And our very own Ladybug and Chat Noir, the protectors of this great city. We can never thank them enough for protecting us and all of Paris from Shadow Moth. That's Hawk Moth's new name."
"Ooh!" The young girl tapped on the window when she saw a white multi-leveled bakery that said TOM & SABINE BOULANGERIE PATISSERIE in gold lettering. "May we stop here, please?"
"Excellent choice," said the taxi driver and stopped. "Did you know that this is the bakery in the whole city?"
"Yes, I've heard that, too."
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A short Asian woman with fair skin, short black-with-blue-highlighted hair, and gray eyes gave her a brown bag and a pink box. "You're going to love our croissants, macarons, and bread loaves. They were just made fresh from the oven this morning."
The young girl gave her the money and a kind tip. "Thank you, ma'am. I've heard such great things about your pastries."
"Where is your accent from, young lady?" Sabine smiled. "It's rather pretty…"
"I, uh… I'm from the African nation of…"
"Oh, I'm almost late for school!" said the cute young fair complexioned girl whose black hair was in two pigtails and bright bluebell eyes and light freckles on both sides and bridge of her nose—the owners' daughter, Marinette Dupain-Cheng—stumbling out from the back of the bakery. "I had a thing to do and…"
She stopped, and her jaw dropped when she noticed the girl at the cashier counter. She looked about her age with a beautiful, flawless dark skin complexion. These dark brown almond-shaped eyes sparkled with long lashes and curly shoulder-length hair with a couple of baby box braids. Her attire consisted of a beautiful abstract printed loose-fitting top that sat slightly off one shoulder, dark denim jeans, a removable flowing skirt, and brown sandal flats. Her accessories were a gold necklace, small earrings, a gold charm, and a cuff bracelet.
"Marinette..."
"Aisha…"
