Today our teacher asked us what we wanted our dream wedding to look like, and I have to say I haven't thought about much. Sure, I stay up reading the classics which are full of romance, but for a pun-loving Cat, it made me think.

Luckily, it was homework, so its not like the assignment was due that day. I had put it in the back of my mind, but when I got home I went to find Mother. Now that Father is gone, Mother runs the Agreste brand, but unlike Father, she always finds time to spare.

"Mother, can you tell me the story of how you and Father met again?" I ask, setting down my school bag. "Why, your a curious kitten," she smiles at me, after giving me a hug. "What brought this up?"

I tell about the assignment and her green eyes the same shade as mine, get sparkly. "You may have met Marinette under a umbrella, but I crashed into your father, sending our papers flying." I laugh. "That might have made Marinette feel better. Sometimes she feels bad how clumsy she is." I keep telling her its part of her charm, making her uniquely Marinette.

"We started chatting as we picked up our papers and we realized we had a lot in common. He was just starting to get noticed as a fashion designer, and at the time I was still majoring in art."

I sit down in one of the office chairs, listening to Mother's story. I could listen to her for hours, and I'm interrupted by my buzzing phone. "Oh, no! I promised Marinette I'd be there for supper!" Mother laughs and stands up. "Just be back at a decent time, and have fun. Oh, and Adrien?" I turn with my hand resting on the door latch. "Weddings don't have to be fancy, its being together. Though being fancy doesn't hurt."

I walk over and give her a hug, breathing in her smell of lilac perfume. "Thanks, Mother." "Now, shoo!"

Even before I knock on Marinette's door, I can hear Papa Dupain singing away loudly. Good smells of a cooking supper waft past my nose. And my mouth waters. "Marinette's up in her room, dear! But beware, she's been designing ever since she got home!"

Marinette doesn't see me as I enter the room at first, and I watch her twirl around the room in a dress. "That looks like fun. Can I join in?" Marinette yelps, dropping the dress, her pretty face now a red color. "When did you get here?" "Only a second, love."

"Ever since Ms. B told us about the assignment, I've been daydreaming!" she resumes her spinning. "When I get married, I want a white dress with a veil, and forget-me-nots for my hair. They'll be a grand cake and plenty of singing and dancing!"

"That sounds lovely, Marinette." She tugs at my hand, over to her mannequin. "I've been designing a smaller version of a wedding dress. What do you think?" Though Marinette has only begin to start her work, I know it will be a masterpiece once its finished. "Once you own your bouquet," I say, taking her hands and spinning her around the room. "It will fly off the rack!"

We stop spinning, breathless and dizzy, and Marinette gives me a hug. "Oh, I hope so, Adrien. Its my number one dream." "Well, college applications should be arriving in the mail shortly."

As the words leave my mouth, I wince. What if Marinette and I end up at different schools or worse, on different continents?" Catching her breath, she narrows her eyes at me. "You okay?" "Yeah, I would just miss you if you moved away."

We're quiet, thinking of the future. But we don't get to think about long for Papa yells, "Food! And I'm hungry!"

Marinette and I look at each other and burst out laughing. "Race you!" I fling open the trapdoor and hurry down. "No fair! You had a head start!"

"Oh, what a pity. I guess I'll have to share my supper after all!" "Papa!" Marinette rolls her eyes. "You know Mama made dumplings." My eyes light up, for Mama Cheng's dumplings are one of my favorite things.

"And such a wonderful cook your mother was, at your uncle's restaurant in Shang-Hai!" "That's where you two met, right?" I ask, spearing another dumpling. "Good memory, Adrien. I didn't have much time to talk to Tom then, but fate would have it that we would work side by side in the vendor booths at the Lateran Festival."

"That sounds wonderful," I tell them wistfully, then I fall into a daydream…..

A young woman investigates her way through the crowds, everyone eager to taste new food, and of course look at the lanterns. She finds her booth, not knowing anyone, and she feels lonesome. But being the go-getter she is, she sets up her booth with style. Its not till a hour later that she looks up and sees a kind young man with a mustache and brown eyes smiling at her. He samples her dish, and vice versa, and a pleasant conversation is struck up. The rest they say is history.

"Adrien!" I startle, looking up from my sticky rice. "Mm?" "I've called your name three times," she giggles. "We need to help with the dishes before we get sticky buns."

We do dishes the best we can, but when Marinette accidentally squeezes the soap, the bubbles float around the room. Dishes forgotten, we pop bubbles, giggling and flirting, Marinette's parents watching us with measurement.

After a sticky bun and a big glass of milk, its my least favorite part, heading home. I hug Marinette a little longer then usual, for saying goodbye is never easy. "See you tomorrow?" I ask, and I love the way her bluebell eyes are shining. "See you tomorrow."

The evening shadows are lengthening as Plagg and I walk the now abandoned streets. It will be a quiet patrol night.

Mother is in the kitchen drinking coffee, and I find her to tell her I've arrived home. I tell her all about my visit, and in my excitement, my tongue trips over my words. "Sounds like you had fun tonight." I nod, a big yawn following.

"Time for you to be in bed," she laughs. "Night, Mother." "Good night, Adrien."

Of course, I'm not going to bed yet, since I have to meet Bugaboo. I walk over to my window, and a single star catches my eye.

I close my eyes making a wish, then turn to my desk where my homework sits, beckoning to me. Might as well get out of the way. I look at flowers and then feel inspired to start drawing, and when I'm finished, I'm very pleased with my work.

A girl in a white wedding dress stands smiling of the camera, a single rose in her hands. She looks like Ladybug, but yet she looks like Marinette too. I realize my wish on the star is obvious, I want Marinette to be Ladybug.

I love whoever is under the mask, but it just makes sense to be Marinette. Caring and sweet and always charming, but with a dash of spunk and sass for extra heat.

Finishing the two math problems I had trouble with in study hall, its time to meet Ladybug. She's already on our regular rooftop, and I pause watching her.

She's practicing walking, a swish swish to her hips, and I stare at her, confused. "My Lady, my I be some assistance?" I step out from the shadows. Ladybug gasps and spins around, and I give her my most charming smile.

"Oh, er, I-was just practicing my walk for the runway! Can you help me?" I give her pointers the best I can, but before I know it, I burst into giggles. "I'm so sorry, but it strikes me as funny!" "Yeah, I'll have to work on that," she giggles with me.

A slight breeze swirls around us, and Ladybug shuffles closer. "Cold?" I ask, putting my arm around her shoulders. Her bluebell eyes are almost black in the darkness, but the sparkle she holds is like the infinity of the cosmos. "I'm so glad we're friends, Kitty. Best friends."

"Some of my most fun times are with you." She swings her feet before responding. "You wouldn't think this Ladybug gets lonesome?"

I grin, leaning forward. "My Lady, though there is always something a cat can do, I know how you feel." "And by something to do you mean napping, grooming, making up puns...shall I go on?"

"Just shows how good you know me." "You and I have a special connection, you know," she says. "How's that?" "When we fight satsumas for example. I don't even have to tell you what to do, and you just know what I'm thinking." I yawn. "Yeah, like right now, I'm thinking about bed. Good night, Bugaboo."

Once home, I put on my pajamas and snuggle under the covers. Just a year ago, I was alone and shut up in this big house, and now my life is free with so many proprieties.

Though I don't know what the future holds, I'm happy with my life. I smile as I whisper in the darkness to wherever Ladybug is, and say, "Don't let the bedbugs bite." I can hear her rolling her eyes and groaning, and then finding something to throw at me.

My mind grows foggy and I slip into a dream…..

I watch the artist dip in her brush in paint, and she dabs at her canvas. I walk closer to get a better view, and find a rain scene with a boy, a girl, and a umbrella. The boy hands the girl her umbrella because he doesn't want her catching a cold, and she's the very first friend he's had.

The girl steps back and wipes something from her eye. Was she crying, or remembering a memory? Turning to find me staring, I gasp as I stare into the face of Marinette Dupain-Cheng…..