"Chloe, give that back! I have art class next," Marinette held out her hand. Adrien folded his arms across his chest. "You know its not right to take her sketchbook without asking."

"Finder's Keepers, Losers Weepers! Besides, just be glad its not her diary!" Chloe sauntered off, book still attached to her hand.

"Chloe, come back here!" Marinette called, but Adrien held her back. "No, maybe looking at it will her understand the real you. The designer she always wanted to be." Marinette looked at her boyfriend in surprise. "Chloe's never mentioned wanting to be a designer." Adrien sighed. "You didn't know her back when we were younger. Chloe would have Felix and I dress up and we would put on fashion shows. It was quite fun at times."

Meanwhile in the library….

Chloe plopped down on the couch, muttering to herself. "Who does Dupain-Cheng think she is, anyway, Gabriel Agreste?"

Chloe opened the sketchbook and begin to flip through the pages. She had to admit Marinette was good, really good. A sticky note caught her eye.

"Let your creativity shine through,

Let no one crush your dreams,

Keep striving, keep believing."

Chloe blinked in surprised. Once an upon a time, she wanted to be in Marinette's shoes, spending late nights at a humming sewing machine, pricking your finger, sketching to your heart's content. What happened to that little girl who would wear feather boas and fake designer sunglasses and was thrilled when Emile Agreste would watch her fashion shows with Adrien and Felix. Oh, that's right, her mother.

As hard as she tried, their was no pleasing Audrey B. no matter how many air kisses or poses she could do. Her mother had dashed her dreams, and Chloe had given up.

Another sticky note caught her eye.

"Ask questions, be inspired,

but always remember: when you get stuck, its okay to ask for help."

Chloe raised her head, quietly shutting the book. Maybe it wasn't to late to sorry or to give up on her dreams.

Didn't Marinette say she had art class next? Better get moving.

But when Chloe approached the art room, Marinette walked out in a costume. "Marinette, I'm sorry I took your book. I guess I was jealous." "You have talent, Chloe. And Adrien told me about your fashion shows. So, if you go get changed, let's walk the runway together!"

"But don't you hate me?" Marinette shook her head. "No, and the first step of your dream is to walk forward. Now, are you willing to take the first step?"

Chloe smiled a small smile. "Dah-ling, I was born ready."

So, arm and arm the girls walked forward, towards their dream.