That day Marinette felt special. She got up early in the morning. She could not lie idle any longer and think about this evening's date with Adrien. She had to act. She went to the hairdresser and the beautician.

I have to look really good today, she thought intently.

She also bought a new, long dress in color indigo. She never wore such things, but she knew that in this situation it was not about her comfort but about the appearance in front of her favourite blond haired lad.

While dressing, she took a look at this brand-new, red underwear with black dots. She did not think that Adrien would see it (she did not even think about it, and even if she had, she would blush intensely until the evening), and yet she decided to put it on. She felt like Ladybug in it, like a slightly more confident version of herself.

Around 4 pm, Alya came to her place.

– You'll see, this evening you'll be the most beautiful Parisian in the world! – she shouted, waving a casket full of cosmetics.

Marinette clapped her hands willingly and sat down in front of the dressing table.

– Do you prefer a delicate makeup or rather something with a claw?

The girl fell into a pensive mood. She was not sure if Adrien wanted defiant women or maybe ... one like her? In fact, the whole date was a bit of a misunderstanding. Does he like her at all? After all, technically, this is not even a real date! Marinette got sad.

– Hey, what's up girl? What's with that long face? – friend reacted immediately.

– Because... you know ... I'm afraid I'll be making a fool of myself again...

Alya frowned, then pulled out eye shadows from the box.

– That's bull! Close your eyes.

Marinette did as asked and let her friend do her magic. She did not look in the mirror almost throughout the whole make-up process. She felt that her own reflection could disturb her. She's had never been on a date yet!

– Open the eyelets, voila!

The girl was speechless. She looked like one of TV or movie stars. She had coral lipstick on her lips. The colour of her eyes was highlighted with a black, catlike line, and her cheeks sharpened with a delicate pink. She did not recognize herself.

– Gosh, I look wonderful! – she cried. – You are the best make-up artist in the world! Thank you!

– You'll thank me when you're with Adrien!

Marinette giggled, then got up from the chair and stood in front of a large mirror on the closet.

– He would have to be blind to not want to be with you!

Alya approached the happy girl and patted her on the bottom of her bum. Marinette jumped up, laughing.

– You're right. – she said, although she blushed hard under the layer of powder.

Suddenly, a sound was heard all over the room, a new message on Marinette's phone. She squeaked and, jumping over the bed, rushed to the device.

– You'll ruin your hairstyle! – Alya screamed.

– Wait! It's from Adrien! – she said, holding the phone in her hand.

Both friends sat on the bed and read the content of the message peacefully.

Hey,

Let's meet at this address: 90 RUE DU COMMERCE 

The girls made a frowned faces.

– Where is it? I thought you were going to his place.

Marinette scratched her forehead and sighed.

– Yeah, me too ...

– I'll check on the net where it is.

 Alya pulled out the phone and after a few seconds put it down.

–  Marinette, don't panic – she said with a serious expression.

– Alya, talk! I'll go crazy! What is it like? Where does he plan on taking me ?!

Girl looked boldly into Marinette's panicked eyes and sighed.

– This is the super expensive restaurant they've talked about on the news. You know ... The one where that chef from the States works. It's in the hotel.

Marinette could feel the ground slipping from underneath her feet. She has never been in such a fancy place. Her entire life she ate at her parents' bakery. Only once, to celebrate her eighteenth birthday she actually went to the restaurant with her friends and family. But it was a small, local place. She panicked. Her stomach tightened and her hands began to tremble involuntarily.

– Alya, what am I going to do now? – she shouted, but as if to herself.

– Relax!

– I know, I will cancel this meeting!

When Marinette was already holding the phone in her hand, Alya caught it hand and laughed.

–  Stop it – she said confidently. – I have something that will give you courage. Put away your phone and sit yourself down.

The girl didn't fully trust her friend, but she obeyed anyway. With trembling hands, she put down her cell phone and, sighing loudly, sat on the bed. Meanwhile, Alya eagerly pulled the shiny bottle out of her bag.

– You're crazy!

Marinette doubted many things, but one was certain. Drinking wine before a date with Adrien was a bad idea.

– But calm down, it can only help you. One glass and all doubts will go into oblivion!

Alya did not seem to hear her friend's further protests and as if it was nothing, poured a glass of red wine. Shoved it right under Marinette's nose and shouted loudly: "Cheers!".

The girl tensed, but her friend's eyes convinced her. She smiled sluggishly and drank the contents of the glass almost in one take. She immediately felt the pleasant warmth spreading all over her body.

– Damn... Strong wine. –  she mumbled.

– Well, you know, Grandma made it. Strange, do you know it's six already?

Marinette stood up as if something burnt her bum.

– What?! SIX?! I'm – she jumped into her purse – supposed to meet with Adrien at seven! I'm out!

And she ran out of the house, not paying attention to Alya being left alone.

– Good luck!– she shouted at her friend. – Adrien is yours! Take him!

       The weather was not favourable for walks. It was cold and it was starting to rain. Marinette decided to grab a taxi. On the way, she felt like all the stress and tension suddenly grew to unimaginable size. She was not sure whether the wine she drank helped or worsened the case. When she arrived, she was speechless.

Adrien was already there, waiting.

He stood next to the bright, beautifully gleaming doors of the restaurant. They illuminated the dishevelled, blond hair. The suit he wore contrasted wonderfully with the bright interior. He looked like a God. Marinette was breathless.

– Twenty is due – the taxi driver snorted, arousing her from lethargy.

The girl, without saying a word, pulled the money from her purse and with her feeble legs got out of the car. It seemed to her that Adrien's green eyes gleamed with some unexplained ferocity. A wave of heat flooded her. She had dreamed of this day from the middle school.

– Bonjour, Marinette – he said, gently bowing to her. He then opened the door to the restaurant with his free hand.

Marinette, after the first step into the restaurant, felt that this was not the place for her. Everything shimmered with the light of crystal chandeliers and silver tableware. It was so rich, so fabulous and so ... stiff. Adrien felt great there though, although he noticed his friend's concern.

– I know, it's a bit stiff here – he said, as if reading her mind. – If you want, we'll go somewhere else.

Marinette shook her head firmly.

– No, no!

Adrien smiled with embarrassment.

– I guarantee that they have delicious food here.

Directeur de restaurant led them to the floor table. It was already reserved and located away from other guests. It even gave the impression of being cosy. Marinette felt a small relief. Adrien pulled out her chair for her.

The dinner lasted for two hours. The couple got along great. They talked not only about joint experiences of the middle school, but also about plans for the future and about the upcoming finals. Adrien again apologized to Marinette for his absence at her birthday. The girl waved her hand, knowing full well that if it was not for his absence, this date would not have happened. They felt really good together. As the next hour of their conversations passed, Adrien suddenly asked for a bill. Then Marinette looked at her watch and felt bad for having taken so much time from the boy. In the meantime, she heard:

– I know it's late, but remember when I told you about those middle school photos? Perhaps you will come to my place for a moment and I'll show them to you?

She was speechless. She did not know how to react. She stiffened her whole body, and Adrien's wonderful eyes fixed on her, only made matters worse.

– Umm ... Sure. –  she replied, though she had the feeling that she forgot how to speak.

They got up and went to Adrien's car. The trip was short because the boy had recently moved into a small studio apartment in the city centre.

– It is better to live alone if you have the opportunity - he said.

Marinette nodded, though she knew that Adrien's dad had never been perfect. He controlled and limited him, so she understood this early departure.

       They arrived at the place. The house he lived in was four-storey and snow-white. From the outside, it was decorated with yellow lights. Marinette did not even want to think about the price of renting a place like that, let alone buying it. Meanwhile, Adrien has already opened the gate.

He lived on the third floor. Despite his name, his studio was more like an apartment. It was enormous and decorated very modern. There was a huge, sixty-inch TV on the wall, and in the corner, next to a big, rounded window, there was a king-sized bed. All this made an unbelievable impression on the girl.

– Wow, it sure is nice here. – she said, taking off her jacket.

– I did not arrange it, but I'm glad you like it. Make yourself comfortable on the couch, I'll check my wardrobe and look for those photos.

Marinette obediently went to the couch and sat down. She tried to hide her nervousness, but it came with difficulty. She felt that everything was going too fast. She did not even dare to think about being in the apartment of a boy from her dreams, and meanwhile, she was sitting on his couch, wondering if it was not a mirage. She shivered and sweated. When a drop of sweat from her forehead fell on her clenched hands, she jumped up and involuntarily shouted at Adrien, who was in a completely different part of the room.

– I'm going to the bathroom!

The boy nodded and went back to looking for photos in a large, luxurious wardrobe.

The bathroom was the size of a Marinette room. It did not give her a sense of security at all. The girl checked three times whether she had shut the door for sure, then put her hands on the sink and looked into her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a terrified animal.

Thoughts passed through her head. Once she was worried about the ruined makeup, the next second about this luxury apartment, and another about how this meeting would end. She knew from the movies that an invitation to a boy's hose usually means one of two things. Would she like such development? Should she think about it at all? She was going crazy with a rush of thoughts.

        She heard a sudden bang from behind the door. Has Adrien already found photos? Has he dropped the album? Should she leave the bathroom, he might think that something is wrong with her. She counted to ten, trying to calm down. Then she fixed her makeup and, smiling confidently, left the bathroom.

In her worst dreams, she could not imagine what had happened before her eyes. Adrien layed on the bed held by a half-naked woman. He did not have a T-shirt, and she was dressed only in a tight, cut-out, leather bodysuit. Wildly kissing his lips, and he with his left hand stroking her spine, gently rubbing the exposed bottom.

Marinette cried out in terror.

They both turned away. Adrien's face was absent, empty. In contrast, in the features of the mysterious newcomer she recognized Chloé Bourgeois.

Marinette turned around and left the apartment with tears in her eyes. Only when running in the rain on the streets of Paris did she realize that Chloé was possessed by the Akuma.

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