Adrien fell asleep the previous night happy and content. Once the tears had subsided from Marinette, they'd managed to have a semi reasonable evening, ignoring the balloon which had decided to join them on Adrien's leg. They called room service, watched a film and talked into the long hours of the night as they cuddled next to each other in bed.

They reminisced about everything in their past; the good, the bad and the ugly. He finally felt a weight lift off his shoulders and a calmness surround him that he hadn't felt in years. Curling up to Marinette was something else, it felt so right and they fit so perfectly together. He couldn't remember the last time a person made him happy. Not since he was young and, for want of a better word, loved.

The next morning had been just as joyous as the night before. Adrien's knee swelling had decreased significantly and Marinette's mood had lifted. She felt powerful. She felt part of a team and she adored it. However, it did not come without consequences. She couldn't get over Alya and Nino. What had made them do this to not only her, but Adrien too. They were best friends ... or so she thought. Marinette was so grateful for the honestly Adrien was bestowing on her. They seemed to be falling back into their old ways, pushing their teenage past far behind them.

Adrien had taken Marinette out to a small cafe for breakfast. Unfortunately it had to be cut short due to paparazzi crowding outside. Again, Adrien and Marinette placed on their family friendly personas and left ready for the remaining drive to Monaco.

But the time they'd reached the villa it was mid afternoon, meaning both needed to go and attend their pre-arranged meetings with the event co-ordinaters for the weekend. Adrien set off to the boat they'd hired out as Marinette headed for the spa.

Tomorrow morning, once the others had arrived, the girls would be starting with a full facial, manicure and pedicure treatment. Each girl had filled in a booking form prior to their arrival stating allergies and what colour polish they would like on their toes and fingers. Marinette was excited, she'd never had any of these before and it sounded heaven.

Marinette thanked the beauticians as she left the spa. The hotel was spectacular. It made the previous look like the Bates Motel. She decided she wanted to have a look around the grounds before heading back to the villa and the annexe she was sharing with Adrien. She had been warned by Adrien that he could be a while, and she had nothing else to do so curiosity got the better of her.

She made her way into the foyer and looked at the beautiful golden edging on the pillars and the staircase. She looked at the staircase and dreamt of walking down in, all dressed up and Pretty Woman ready. She smiled to herself thinking about how Adrien laughed at her dream. Of course he wouldn't accept it, he'd never felt love. He'd never been wanted in the correct way a man should. Marinette wasn't stupid, she'd never say she didn't want his beautifully sculptured body, but that was only one of the attributes which came along with loving Adrien Agreste.

The bar and restaurant were on the first floor with balconies overlooking the pool and the ocean. Apparently it was a Michelin Stared restaurant, and even the thought of looking at the prices gave Marinette serious heart palpitations. How the other half lived, was definitely different to how she did! She carried on her investigation to the onsite clothing boutique when something caught her eye in the window. A beautiful red alter neck sequin dress. The neckline was low with little to no back, and the skirt was full length with an almost hip high slit up the leg. What was more, she knew the designer.

Walking into the boutique she saw the shop keepers looking at her. She thought it would be one of two things; firstly they knew she could afford absolutely nothing in there, or secondly they knew she was Adrien's bit on the side.

"That's Adrien Agreste's girlfriend."

"She's stunning, no wonder he was swooning about her in the magazine article."

Marinette pulled her eyebrows together as she tried to think what they were on about. Magazine? Magazine? Magazine! The shoot he was at on Monday. How had that came out already? She continued to look around seemingly ignoring the conversation of the staff, where really she was listening in.

"Apparently she's his dream girl. It seems she's put him back on the straight and narrow. He's so much more sexy as a loyal guy than a use and abuse kind."

"I agree. God, she's lucky. I heard they were high school sweethearts. I was told they couldn't keep away from each other but then he chose that fencer girl instead. That's when he lost it. He should have stayed with her."

"Isn't that the one who recently came out as a lesbian?"

Marinette's stomach dropped and lifted at the same time. Yes he was loyal now, but the last still hurt. They'd spoken about it long and hard yesterday evening yet hearing others saying he chose Kagami over her hurt. It still hurt like hell. Adrien was very remorseful about the entire thing, knowing full well he'd made a colossal mistake.

Ignoring the drop in her mood, she continued to the red dress placed perfectly upon the mannequin. There for the world to see was the designer label, and straight away she understood why the dress was magnetising to her, and why she knew it so well.

It was her favourite dress that she'd commissioned for Emilie's company. It was her design. She looked at the price and winced, €1,500. It would be a dream to sell a piece for that amount from her own label. Her money troubles would be well and truly over.

She continued to look at some other designs they had from Emilie's company, which all again were her commissions, when her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. She smiled as she saw Adrien's name on the screen.

Hey Princess, I've had to venture out again so left you the information for where we're eating tonight in the annexe. Grab the key from the lobby on the way down. See you soon beautiful xx

Marinette felt the smile creep up on her face. She knew he had planned something for tonight. He had shot down every possible meal option she'd made during their car journey. She made her way to the lobby to grab the key thinking about what dress she could wear. Being a designer, Marinette had bought quite an array with her to make sure she was covered in every direction. Adrien called it packing for an apocalypse, she called it being prepared.

As she reached the front desk she responded to her lover.

Sure thing Kitty. See you later xxx

As soon as eyes were laid on her, a member of staff came running over.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"

"Yes." She responded.

"Mr Agreste asked to give you this." She looked down at his hand and saw a box wrapped up in beautiful pink paper and a key.

"Oh! Thank you very much." Marinette took the key and the box before making her way out to the pool area. Their villa was a short walk away from the main hotel complex in its own private area.

The walkway was on the beach edge and the view was stunning. She stopped to look at the sea, leaning her forearms on the cold metal edging of the glass divider. She let out a deep sigh not believing she was here. It was beautiful and something she never thought would happen to her. She played with the little box between her fingers wondering what Adrien had left for her.

The more she thought of him, the more she smiled. How can one person change your life? She began to play with the idea of what would happen when this was all over. Would Adrienette still be a "thing"? Or would she need to leave Paris? There was no way she could hang around and see him with someone else. It could cause her too much pain. Too much hurt.

Taking a deep fulfilling breath she began to open the box. The pink paper was removed leaving a shiny black cuboid. Marinette realised what she was holding. A jewellery box. A gasp escaped her lips. She'd only ever been brought jewellery by her parents or for herself.

With shaky hands, Marinette opened the lid and peered in, only to place a hand over her mouth in a gasped shock. The most beautiful rose gold necklace sat upon a silk pillow. Resting in the centre of the box was the pendant. The most exquisite jewel she'd ever seen. A rose gold ladybug, complete with diamond spots. Stroking down the necklace and over the pendent, she couldn't believe he'd brought this for her. Marinette was completely overwhelmed.

Without her eyes trailing from the open box, Marinette completed her journey to the shared villa, before edging to the side and the independent annexe where herself and Adrien will be staying for the next three nights. Together ... alone ... just them. She adored him and each day the adoration became greater.

As Marinette opened the door she stopped short. There was something on the floor. A trail on something on the floor.

"What's this?" Bending down Marinette grabbed a handful of red ...

"Petals?" She examined the rose petals in her hand and looked where they were heading. Into the bedroom.

Marinette stood up, still grasping her necklace and made her way over to the bedroom door. They continued up and onto the bed, where a bigger box was sat wrapped in the same paper as her necklace. A single red rose, complete with stem, was placed upon it.

It was overwhelming. The room looked beautiful, and he'd completely woo'd her. A word she never thought she'd say. Creeping up to the bed she saw there was a note on top of the box addressed to My Princess. She pulled it off the box and from under the rose, opening it up and realising she didn't know half of what he had planned.

Princess,
You were my light during such a dark time and I cannot thank you enough for our renewed friendship. You mean the world to me and I hope I can show you that tonight.

I may not be Richard Gere and this may not be Pretty Woman but I swear you won't be disappointed.

I am waiting in the bar for you, I hope you will join me wearing your gifts.

Yours,
Adrien

Unable to wipe the grin off her face, Marinette opened the second package to find a dress and shoes. She couldn't believe he'd go to such lengths. Excitement radiated off her as she made her way to the dressing table and pulled out her make up bag.

Adrien couldn't stop his leg from shaking. He was perched on a bar stool just about to start on his second whisky. He hoped so much that she would show up. He hoped she hadn't been too freaked out by this gifts and his decoration in the annexe. He wanted it to be special though. The hotel was gorgeous and romantic, and he wanted tonight to be the night. He wanted them away from life, away from their normal life; family and friends, and just having the opportunity to enjoy each other.

As he sat, suited in his navy suit and silver tie he managed to waste some time by people watching. There were a lot of older couples around, along with what he thought were mistresses with their much older and wealthier husbands.

He laughed a few times as he saw stunning blondes waltz in with their significant other, who must have been around thirty years their senior. What got him the most was how as soon as the husband left the room they would be straight over to him.

Adrien must have turned away at least eight women. Why would he want anyone who wasn't Marinette? His beautiful blue eyed girlfriend, with hair as dark as night and the most perfect body he'd ever came into contact with. He smiled to himself as he remembered last night, curled up to Marinette in her soft cotton pyjamas as she fell asleep.

What she didn't know and he hadn't told her, was that she talked in her sleep. She talked a lot! The heat radiated through his body and he took another drink as he remembered what she said repeatedly through the night.

I love you Adrien. I always have and always will.

He was facing the bartender with his elbows resting on the counter top, moving his tumbler to create swirls in his whisky glass. With his back hunched and his head down to the glass his smile stretched, he was screwed. She had him hooked and there was no breaking free. When she turned up tonight there was no way he was not kissing the hell out of her, and hopefully more.

"Excuse me, are you waiting for someone?" A hand was placed on his shoulder and he turned his head to where the soft voice came from.

"Actually, I am."

"Do you want someone to join you while you wait? You just look awfully lonely and a guy like you should never be left alone."

A woman wearing a tiny black dress had sided up to Adrien. She sat on the stool next to him with one hand on his forearm. He gave her a look over and winced. How had he ever found this attractive? Quickly he pulled away, he was not in the mood to battle another woman, especially when he was fantasising about his girlfriend's lips ... kissing him ... loving him ...

A gasp on the other side of him took his attention from his unwelcome guest. The guy on the next stall over looked like he'd just won the lottery. He was staring at the entrance with lust in his eyes. Adrien couldn't help but nose over to where this man's attention had been drawn. As he turned on his stall it seemed this guy wasn't the only one to be taken by whoever was entering. Perhaps it was someone famous? Or royalty?

Adrien's eyes finally hit the door and he stood immediately. His feet moved slowly of their own accord to the woman paused in the doorway. She was looking around, trying to find a Pearl in the ocean of overly rich playboys. She looked confused, she looked lost, she looked beautiful, but most of all she was his!