Mirelle lives in Paris, France.  Little is known about her and she is often forgotten about in the miraculous fandom.

                                  Mirelle never expected to much in life or for anyone to notice her. Why should they?  Mirelle thought.

                                    My own grandfather disowned my father, his own son.  He never got to know my mother who was a kind and caring person.

                                      Mirelle recalled she excelled in reading, math, and science classes.  She struggled in spelling, speech, and history classes. She made all A's expect for the B in her history class.

                    She always got the names and dates to people in past events mixed up. She was good at identifying pieces of land.

                       She turned in the best rocket for her science class and got a job as an intern for the newspaper. She graduated in the top of her class.

                                Mirelle became best friends with Philipp and felt sorry for him when his mother died unexpectally. She kept in touch with him over the years.

                Her boss gave her time off of work to go to the news station.  Later she found out she was fired and was upset.

                           Mirelle was surprised when the viewers voted her in as the weather girl. She decided to her best at it though she could tell Aurore was upset she had won. No one would listen to her though.

                     She was told there was no mistake and she was indeed the weather girl.  She was relieved to have  a new job , but when Aurore was akumantized into Stormy Weather she felt like it was her fault.

                              Mirelle found herself alone soon after her father disappeared and her mother died. She had few friends and Philipp texted her daily, along with sending her email messages.

                         Today, she got a phone call, and wonders who it is from but the caller just says, "Mirelle, meet me at the local cafe at 4 pm for coffee today."  For all she knows the person could be dangerous.

                           She thought what if he is married and wants to use me as an excuse to cheat on his wife?  What if he wants to kill me?  All sorts of crazy thoughts run through her mind.

                             Mirelle decided to take a risk and figured what can I loose?  She arrivesd at the cafe at 4 pm and looked around her.

                    She wondered if she got the time wrong when no one else appeared to be waiting for her.

                              
                                Ten minutes later a young man entered the cafe with a dozen roses in his arms. He has a vase for them too. He set them down in the vase across from her and smiled up at her.

                                "Mirelle, I am glad you came, for a moment there I thought you would stand me up," He said.

                                 Mirelle looked at him in confusion. "Excuse, but how do I know you?  Have we ever met before now?" Mirelle asked him.

                                  "Mirelle, you do not remeber me, do you?  I am the boy you used to tutor in science. It is me, Philipp," He said with  a look of sadness in his eyes.

                                   "Philipp, it has been so long since I last saw you I could hardly recognize you! " Mirelle said.

                                  "How have you been?" She asked him.

                                    "I do not want to talk about me since  I spent two years in jail for a crime I did not commit," Phillip told her.

                                     "Oh, I see," Mirelle said. She was not sure what else to say.

                                     "I just wanted you to know, I care about you. I never could stop thinking about you." Philipp said.
                                   
                                     "What do you mean?" Mirelle asked in surprise.

                                     "Mirelle, I am in love with you!  I always have been and always will be," Philipp answered. He cried after his confession.

                                     "Philipp, do not cry. I hate to see you cry. I love you too!" Mirelle told him.
                             
                                      "You love me?  How can you?  No one has loved me since my mother died," Philipp blurted out.
                                 
                                       "Philipp, you were my first crush back in high school. I should have told you then, but  I never thought you could care about me," Mirelle said. She sighed.

                                          Mirelle put her head on the table unsure what to do now. "Th-Thank you for the flowers," She muttered.

                                             "Sure anything for you, sweetheart," Philipp said. He noticed she still had not looked up.

                                            "Why won't you look at me?"  He asked.

                                             "I can not," Mirelle said. She thought great he confessed he loves me and I claim to love him back. Why can not I look at him?

                                                Philipp reached over and brushed some hair out of her face as she slowly lifted her head off the table. He whispered, "You are just as beautiful as ever."

                                               He stood up and looked into her eyes. He leaned down so that his lips were only inches away from hers. He cupped her chin in his hands and whispered, "Mirelle, please let me love you."

                                                 Mirelle felt lost in his eyes, and tried to find the words to respond.  Somehow she could not say anything.

                                                   Philipp looked hurt and said, "Mirelle, I have to go. Enjoy the flowers. See you later,"  He turned to leave.

                                             Mirelle stood up and said,  "Philipp, wait!" She hugged him and he hugged her back. She thought I never want to let you go.
                                     
                                               "Will you be my date to my cousins wedding on Saturday?" Philipp asked.

                                                "Y-Yes, I would love too," Mirelle answered amongst all the confusion. 

                                                 "Good,until then, I will see you around, Mirelle," Philipp said. He touched her face gently with his hand. He traced the line of her lips with his finger, then slowly kissed her.

                                                 Mirelle was surprised, but did not push him away. She returned the kiss and thought Could it be? He truly loves me?

                                                 Philipp pulled away, smiled at her, and said, "See you later, Mirelle!"

                                                Mirelle waved at him as he left, and said, "Philipp, thanks for the roses! See you later, my love!" She smiled as she left the cafe with the vase full of flowers that day.

                                                   Mirelle did not know what the future held for her, but for now she knows she has the love of man named Philipp. She could not be more happier.

                                                The end...*Author's note: This is a fanmade one-shot story about Mirelle since little attention is given to this character. Also, Philipp is a chracter I made up too.