Narrator:

"Marinette; could you be a dear and pack up your father's stuff for me upstairs, please?" Marinette's mother asked

Marinette did obediently as her mother had said, but did not reply

She starved herself yesterday, cried, didn't sleep. Guilt was overwhelming her.

"I HATE YOU!"

everything she used to say

"YOU'RE SO LAZY!"

everything that had happened

"YOU'RE SO SELFISH!"

Everything echoed in her head. It hurt her... but most of all

It hurt him
.
.
.
Bang!

Marinette's thoughts were too clouded that day and she accidentally bumped into a wall. Even worse, it created a hole in the wall
"Oh crap!" Marinette remarked "Mama's gonna kill me!"
She then looked inside the hole, oddly enough, there was a box with a crochet-doll with blonde hair and green eyes. It had such a formal attire in everything. Inside the box was a letter:

"To Marinette

I'm sorry that I am so sick. I wish I could help you and
Maman more. Once I get better, I'll work the hardest I ever will for the rest of my life! You know I love you. You're 7 years old right now, so you're not ready for this, but now that it's your 18th birthday, I present to you this doll. You always used to talk about your magical Prince Charming that you dream about. I made sure to take done notes about him. I worked day and night to make sure that this doll looks like your dream boy. (I'm sorry if it does not). This doll will teach you the values of life, family, and especially love (in its own special way ;) ) when I'm not around anymore.

I love you, Marinette

Lots of Love,
Papa."

Marinette's eyes started to fill with tears as she picked up the doll..
"I'm not even 18 yet and you already left me! I'm 16 papa! I miss you! How will this doll help me?!"

Marinette cried sobbed, holding the doll tight.
Till suddenly

a dream is a wish our heart makes
when you're fast asleep~

bibity-bobity-boo!

"Don't cry, princess..."
Marinette looked up to see, that the doll that she had been looking at, was human?!
"AAAAAAA!" She screamed "CHUCKIE!!"
"W-what?" The confused "it" stuttered
She hit the doll-made-human using the box that he'd been living in
"WHO ARE YOU?!" She yelled
"I-I'm your escort!" It stammered
"A-are you a boy?!" Marinette stuttered
"Yes! Isn't it obvious?!"
"U-uh...." Marinette stammered. She looked to notice that there were only rags on this "boy".
"Oh my goodness?" She covered her mouth and quickly ran to get some clothing for this poor child
She took a shirt with red sleeves and white torso and an old pair of jeans that her dad used to wear in his teenage years.
"Wear it." She demanded
"What do you mean?" He asked
"Wear some clothing!"
"Huh?" He looked "Oh! Sorry about that, young mistress!"
||"He's so gentlemanly, was this how I described my Prince Charming to papa back then?"|| visions were blurry for Marinette

"I want a husband who's gentlemanly, papa!"
A giggle could be heard "Of course, dearly!"

"Hey! Marinette!" The boy shook Marinette to get her head out of the clouds
"What?"
"I'm done!" The boy flaunted his new outfit
Marinette blushed profusely. This was her dream boy after all. Though, Marinette couldn't help but wonder, how long would he had been staying here with her?
"Wait a minute! Are you a magic doll?" Marinette asked in confusion

"Even better princess;
I'm your Prince Charming for a year!"