"Marinette, you should come watch this," Tikki told Marinette. Marinette capped her marker and walked over to her work computer.

"And today only, Adrien Agreste will be signing autographs and selling his new product line!" the announcer said. "Oh, is that today?" Marinette groaned. "What's wrong?" "If I go in there, people will flock to me, and not Adrien!" "And that's a bad thing how?" Tikki asked. "Today is his day, not mine. Arrgh, the woes of being a famous fashion designer!" "Most people would call that a good thing."

"Oh, I know! I can wear a disguise!" "Oh, Marinette, remember the last disguise you tried on?" Marinette blushed, then waved a hand breezily. "Sure, that one was an epic fail, but I'll get this one right!"

Marinette walked down to the free sample room, eyes scanning the room for ideas. Who did Adrien admire besides Ladybug? Her eyes fell on a beautiful cardigan with musical notes and a blonde wig sat nearby. "Bingo," she whispered.

"Arrgh, this wig itches like crazy, and it will takes hours to get to Adrien's building in these heels!" Marinette groaned, an hour later. "I told you, Adrien would be happy to see you," Tikki tried to tell her.

"Guess I'll just have to grin and bear it," she grumbled. Marinette was impressed as she walked in through the revolving doors and sailed up to Adrien's department.

"Miss Swift! We didn't expect you to be in Paris till the autumn! Right this way," an employee said. "Oh, I'm-" Marinette bit her tongue, mentally kicking herself. Musical looking outfit? Blonde wig? Oh, what had she done?

The fashion show had started yet, and Marinette slunk down in her chair, hoping no one would recognize her. She got a few curious stares before the lights went down and she sighed in relief.

And then there he was, her Adrien who had worked so hard to make this one of the greatest fashion houses in the world!

Well, at least she could take notes on the dresses, she told herself.

But once on the red carpet, all it took was for one fan to "recognize" her. "Its her!" the fan yelled. "Taylor Swift is here!" "Oh, no!" Marinette moaned. A dozen reporters dashed up to her, babbling questions in her face. "No, you don't understand! I'm just here to see Adrien!"

"So, your a fan, Miss Swift?" Everyone gasped and turned towards Adrien, the room going quiet as he approached her. Marinette nodded. "Love the look," Adrien said. "Let me see you turn."

Marinette felt like she was floating on air as Adrien took her hand, and she gave a little twirl. When she stopped her eyes were locked with Adrien's, who's expression she couldn't read. "I like your style. Give me a call," Adrien handed her a business card with a smile.

Then Marinette fled as fast as could dare.

"So, how was your day, honey?" Marinette kept her eyes on the stove as Adrien strode into the kitchen, loosening his tie. "The fashion show went well," he said, leaning against the counter. "But then I met someone very famous after," he told her. "Oh?" Marinette squeaked as she drained the pasta.

"You already have my autograph, Miss Swift," Adrien couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, "Every month when the credit card bill comes!"

"You knew?" Marinette squawked. "Bugaboo, I'd recognize those bluebell eyes anywhere. But one thing you do have in common with Taylor," Adrien leaned in for a kiss, "You'll never go out of style with me."