Gabriel went to the same Café everyday only accepting service from the green eyed girl.

"Why don't you smile?"

Circe kindly asked as she filled up his coffee.

"Because my time is running out."

"What do mean?"

"I made a bet with my brother."

"Can I help you?"

"I wish."

He said as he glanced at her eyes. She had a boyfriend but he didn't know who. She use to talk about how she wasn't looking for Prince Charming if he wanted her he had to find her even if he never comes, she was quite content with staying single and traveling the world helping anyone in need.

Now when she speaks Gabriel's heart is torn. Her passion is being snuffed out by an emotionless snob. He didn't dare ask for her boyfriend's name for he would feel obligated to hunt him down. She wanted to tell him but she couldn't muster up the courage.

Gabriel phone buzzed the caller name read brother with a picture of Chandler playing a piano. Gabriel reluctantly answers his phone.

"What?"

"Come to our engagement party."

"It's today?"

"No, of course it's today otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you."

"Fine, I'll be there."

Gabriel hangs up then matches his eyes with Cicre as a cry for help. Circe gives him a half witted smile. Of course, Mr. Agreste wanted to derive from the path of a wealth and fame.

Gabriel dressed in a gorgeous dark violet suit that he designed himself with the butterfly broach to match, he was the epitome of spick and span. He stood on the top of stairs glaring at the overly dress gathering.

'Masquerade ball? Kind of cliché.'

That peacock dress that he drew not to long ago was being worn by a mysteriously mystical woman.

"Would you like to dance?"

"No."

He responded sternly.

"Come on.."

"Shoo.. birdie."

"Be a gentleman, after all it's my engagement day."

"And you choose to spend it with another guy?"

"Don't tell me, how to live my life."

She grabbed his arm in irritation and drag him onto the ballroom floor.

"I don't want to do this."

Gabriel said as he furred his eyebrows as she move his hands and her hands in the right positions. He was shaking finding the entire situation awkward.

"You know how to dance right?"

"Of course I do."

He replied as the both elegantly stepped back and forth. Trying to keep from awkward silence Gabriel blurted out,

"You know much like the legendary couple Ladybug and ChatNoir, Papillon and Paon were made for each other."

The girl blushed the reddish red he's ever seen. A hand touching his shoulder jolted him back to reality.

"Smooth... brother but try hitting on your fiancée not mine."

"Your not Madame Le'Manné!"

Gabriel stared wide eyed at the mysterious girl. He could of sworn it was her.

"Glasses, your a idiot!"

The girl yelled as she stared laughing.

"Circe?!"

"Who else would it be?"

"Someone with enough intelligence to figure that my brother is a big mistake."