Marinette didn't mind when they played oldies music at the bar. A lot of people were able to request their favorite early 2000's song at the DJ for the dancefloor. Every night was a party for her, because that's what it was.

In fact, whenever a guest requested an oldies song, Marinette was thrilled. She would be able to dance while offering drinks on the dance floor. But when she heard Lady Gaga's "Alejandro" for the sixth night in a row, she had to admit she was growing tired of the scenery. The bluenette moved her hips to the beat of the song as she set the mini shots on the platter. She glanced up, her eyes squinting as she watched a couple stumble into an empty booth ahead of them.

"Why do we have those things, anyway?" Marinette asked, speaking through the music, and squinting at her co worker through the flashing lights. "It's literally an alcove with a draw curtain. People just go in there to makeout and have sex. I didn't know we were running a brothel." The blunette joked as she reached over to adjust the belt to her fish net stocking.

Rose glanced in the direction of Marinette's descretion and chuckled.

"I think those were here when they opened the place." She called out in response. "This place must have been some sort of motel. I don't think they got around to removing it, but our customers think it's nice."

Marinette shook her head, glancing up at the clock, wondering when Alya was supposed to show up for her shift. She was running late, and Marinette couldn't get her drinks out unless Alya was there to cover her side of the bar. "I don't know..."Marinette replied. "It just looks like a small booth for people to have sex in. I mean, we all know why they are in there. No privacy, nothing...it all seems a bit too obvious..." Her blue eyes returned to her short haired tattooed friend.

Rose shrugged with a small smile.

"Well its a twenty one and over club. You can kind of expect things like this. As long as they aren't having sex on the dance floor we can't assume. Just let their freak flags fly!"

Marinette hummed to herself in response.

She couldn't say much. The way most of them danced was provacative. Many people do it, and it was a normal scene in the location she was working. She often saw couples grinding intensely. She may have even spotted a few people stumble behind a speaker to do their business.

Thinking about it, even the uniform the club made the dance floor bartenders wear matched the aura. They were either required to wear a white or black tank top, with shorts that went overtop fish net stockings.

It was on the description of the application and was repeated in the call back interview. Marinette didn't pay much mind to it. So long as she wasn't the only the only one wearing it, she didn't mind it.

"Hey!" Alya called out from behind Marinette, stumbling in her heels. "Sorry I'm late." She breathed. "I got stuck in the changing room." She adjusted her stockings with a grimace. "My toe got stuck in one of the net holes, and it bent it all the way back. Hurts so bad."

Marinette chuckled.

"Oh no, not your toe." She teased, turning over to lift up her tray.

"Well, the traffic is pretty bad too" Alya added. "Apparently Agreste's are coming into the city. There's supposed to be a huge event that they're throwing unexpectedly. All the distant relatives are expected to catch overnight flights. I wonder whats up."

Marinette froze.

Distant family? Distant Agreste family?

Did that mean Felix was expected to show up to whatever this event was?

"I'm thinking about putting a word in for my second job, if they need a catering service." She nodded slapping her hands against the bar. "Can you imagine the tips?!"

Marinette scrunched her face. She didn't really care for the tips. She was too preoccupied with the possibility of Felix returning, that her heart felt like it was swelling in her ribcage. She bit her bottom lip, staring into the drinks that sat on her tray.

Alya noticed her silence, glancing up at her. Mistaking Marinette's expression as one of an insatitous envy, she stood up straight.

"I mean if your parents want to get in on the catering, I'd be more than happy to step down and let them take the initiative." She recoiled, holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender.

Marinette chuckled, she looked over to her friend with a warm smile.

"Thanks for the thought, but I don't think they really care for events like this." She reassured.

"Plus they can always order if they want their pastries."

Marinette knew how much her father loved their bakery. It was passed down to him from his parents and so forth. It was a family heirloom. Marinette grew up in that bakery. It was a huge part of her childhood, and she was glad. She was quite the chubby toddler. She'd wake up at dawn, sneak down into the bakery and help herself to the treats her parent's had stored away. She remembered how her father taught her how to make bread when she started elementary. She'd rush home from school everyday just to help her parents out with the bakery. These were her fondest memories.

"Well...whatever this event is, I'm sure it's super uneccessary like eveything else they throw. If you do decide to go, grab a nice tip for me." She grinned. "Next time we go out, you're paying."

Alya grinned, the smile reaching her eyes, before someone approached the bar, inquiring about a drink.

The brunette turned her attention to the patron, leaning on the bar to discuss what he was interested in.

Marinette sighed, pressing her lips together. She doubt that if Alya had seen Felix she would relay the message anyway. At least if she got a tip, something would have worked out for either of them.

Marinette walked out on the dance floor with her tray, her heart in sync with the loud thumping of the music. She pursed her lips, the curiosity gnawing at her with great intense that she was finding it hard to focus on selling her shots. The blunette smiled at the patrons on the dance floor, moving her hips along them as she offered the drinks. For those that accepted, she would stuff the cash in the belt of her stockings and return the money down to Alya who worked the bar with Rose.

The bluenette sighed, she would perhaps read up on it later. But if this was her only time to see Felix, to finally talk to him, she was going to do everything she can to be at this event.

"Sweetheart.

Something important came through, and we need to talk. Please stop by after work, we'll be in the bakery once we've locked up. Keep a cool head and know that we always will love you

-Mom and Dad"

Marinette glanced down at the text from her parents. She had read in just a few hours before her shift ended, but it made her even more antsy than she already was.

Part of her worried that her parents heard about the event and only called her over to lecture her. Whatever the reason was, she didn't like the sound of it. Her parents never really invited her over after her late night shifts just to talk about nothing. It left an uneasy feeling deep in her stomach.

Marinette didn't like walking home in the middle of the night. She couldn't afford four separate bus rides from work, to her parents' bakery, then two more bus rides back home. Marinette had to make hasty decisions at last minute, and because her home was a bit far from where her parent's lived, she decided the bus trip back home would be the smarter choice. Her feet had already began to ache from standing and selling drinks all night.

The bluenette hummed to a tune, playing on her headphones as she power walked down the streets. She glanced up at the Parisian lights above her. The Eiffel tower could be seen lighting the majority of her streets, it accentuated the street lights that decorated every mile of the pavement. She really did live in a beautiful city.

Marinette already had her night planned out. She'd talk to her parents, go home, boil some noodles, watch a movie, plan her infultration to whatever this Agreste party is and then perhaps try to overcome her anxiety and get some sleep for the night.

The bluenette breathed out softly the moment her heart began to race. She was incredibly nervous to see Felix again, if he was going to be there. Would things work out in her favour? What would she even say to him? Does he even want to see her? Or would he avoid her like the plague and have her publicly shamed and thrown out of the event for sneaking in. The female inwardly groaned. She couldn't imagine her face being plastered everywhere as some sort of creepy party crasher thrown into jail for trying to talk to her estranged ex who had done her all sorts of wrong. She pursed her lips, fiddling with her headphones. Her brain lectured herself, advising her to let it go, that seeing him would only bring her hurt instead of finding the answers she was looking for. But her heart encouraged her not to give up hope. That real love would always find its way through no matter what. He loved her. She knew he loved her at one point, and it was the most powerful she had felt. No one could just get tired of that. Perhaps if he saw her, he would remember everything they had together and would come back. He would be able to see the pain he caused her, he'd want to return home to her and make things right.

The female sighed, feeling defeated as she was caught between the reasonable side of her, and the hurt. She bit her lip, stepping in front of her parent's bakery. The lights were dim, but from the window she could tell her parent's were still inside.

Still suspecting that her parents were only going to lecture her about the event that was to come up, Marinette only stalled from texting or knocking to let her parents know that she had arrived.

She pressed her lips together in a taut line. She turned, looking over to the Eiffel tower in an attempt to comfort herself from its warm light before she sighed, rolling her shoulders and glancing at the doors.

"Lets get this over with so I can go home and eat noodles..."

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"What?!" Marinette exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and nearly toppling the table over.

Sabine gasped, reaching up to catch the table.

"Honey-" She murmured softly. "Calm down, W-we can figure something out."

Marinette breathed out heavily, almost throwing herself into a panic attack as she slumped back into her seat. Her chest ached, her heart pounding erractically against her ribcage. Her mind began to race at a million miles a minute. She couldn't grasp everything she was being told.

"So that's what the event is about? A celebration of my engagement to a complete stranger because my great grandfather thought it was a great idea to contract my hand in marriage for some stupid piece of jewelry?!" Marinette exclaimed in disbelief. "Please don't tell me I have to do this..."

Sabine looked at her daughter with a grimace. Tom placed his hand on his wife's shoulder, his other hand rubbing against his chin in deep contemplation.

"We viewed the contract, it's sealed solid..."Tom explained. "If we deviate anywhere away from it, the Agreste family could sue us..."

Marinette widened her eyes, her fists clenching as she suspected that the Agreste family was greedy enough to do just that.

"Maybe we could give them something else in exchange for her hand? If we have no choice, perhaps we could sell our bakery and try to buy ourselves out of the contract..." Sabine suggested, looking up at Tom's face.

Tom nodded.

"Yeah we could try that, but that doesn't gaurentee that Mr. Agreste would agree to the terms and he still might sue us. We'd be out of money and out of a bakery. I would just give them the jewels but it's being held by an estate. They won't release those jewels unless the contract is fulfilled..."Tom sighed, his voice trailing off as he looked around the walls of his bakery, his heart breaking at the thought of having to sell it.

His bakery was well known in Paris. It was one of his pride and joys,and he worked so hard to get it to where it was. But if he could do anything to help his daughter or at least try to get her out of the situation, he would. Even if that meant selling his bakery.

Marinette felt her heart sink. She knew the expression on her fathers face. She knew everything he'd be losing if she allowed him to do what they were planning to do, just for her sake.

Throughout the years of raising her, they had given so much and made so many sacrifices to make sure she lived a comfortable life. They made sure they made the right decisions to ensure that she had a bright future ahead of her.

Marinette wanted to cry, she couldn't let them do that for her. Maybe it was time she made sacrifices to help her parents.

"N-No, I can't let you do that..." She interjected, her voice quivering. "I mean... it's just marriage right?" She shrugged, holding back tears. "Maybe he might end up being a nice guy, even if he is my ex's cousin..."She bit her lip, her mouth tasting sour.

Sabine shook her head, reaching out to grab her daughters hand.

"Marinette, it's alright. We will figure something out. You don't have to do this..." Sabine assured.

Marinette smiled weakly, but she remained adamant.

"Mom, it's alright. I'm a big girl-"She chuckled. "I know twenty three might be too young to get married but I can make it work..." She bit her lip. "I can handle my own..."

Tom looked down at Marinette with a grimace.

"If there's anything you need...please don't hesitate to call us..."

Marinette bit her lip, her appetite for her noodles completely drained from her body. She glanced up at the ceiling, attempting to drown her tears back into her eyes.

"U-Uhm, yes. If you don't mind if I stay here tonight?" She asked, reaching up to rub the back of her neck. "I can stay in my old room, I don't feel like walking down to the bus stop. My feet ache, and seeing as though I have to call off of work to attend this event and meet...." She paused, trying to withhold her sobs. "Meet my husband..." She shivered at the words, as they sounded weird coming from her mouth."I won't have any place to go and I need all the help I can get to be ready for this thing. I have nothing to wear, and I don't know what to put on my face..." She stood up slowly.

"Excuse me..." She offered a weak smile to her parents and excused herself from the table. She wandered over to the steps to the second floor apartment. Too flustered to give her parents a kiss goodnight, Marinette rushed up to her bedroom.

She plopped on to the Chaise that had been collecting dust since she moved out. Her room carried so many memories, and all of them to almost too painful.

Never in a million years did she believe her life would turn out the way that it did.

The female took in a deep breath, and she finally let out a silent cry. It felt like the walls were closing in. She reached into her bag, her tears blurring her vision.

Her hand trembled as she unlocked her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She pressed on Alya's contact and pressed her phone to her ear.

"Hey babe- Whats up?" Alya asked on the other end of the line.

Marinette breathed in, trying to keep herself composed.

"Alya-" Her voice quivered as she was finally able to respond. "Please help me-"

"Marinette?" Alya asked, her voice sounding hushed as it was etched with concern. "Whats wrong baby? What happened?"

Marinette sniffled, reaching up to wipe the tears away from her face as she tried to keep her voice low enough to evade the hearing of her parents.

"You can't cater at the event the Agrestes are going to host..." She sniffled again. "I need you here that night...."

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Marinette glanced up at herself in the mirror.

She looked like a totally different person. She wasn't used to seeing herself so dolled up.

"I can't believe you're engaged..." Alya murmured, placing her make up palette into her bag.

Marinette ignored her comment, glancing at her own modest white open back dress that hugged her curves lightly and stopped just under her knees. Marinette wore her dark locks into an elegant bun, her faux diamond earrings accentuated the shape of her face and she paired it off with a set of strapped white heels.

She looked over to Alya, who wore an elegant long black dress. Her wild wavy hair was tamed into a classy updo, and she topped it off with a pair of crystal studs.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your clothes and doing my makeup..." the blunette sighed as she began to fiddle with her earrings.

"Cause heaven knows I can't afford any of these things..." her voice trailed off.

Alya shook her head, dismissing the melancholic tone of voice Marinette had

"Its really not a problem. You totally look like a bride. A beautiful bride. The Agreste's are rich, so you'll be marrying into money soon too. That's a plus!" She grinned, placing her hands on Marinette's shoulder as they both looked at themselves in the mirror.

Marinette was ready to break down again.

She didn't care about the money, or the fancy items or the extravagant gifts. She wanted her freedom to love who she wanted. She only wanted to walk down the aisle once, and it wouldn't be because she was forced to.

The female shifted her weight and she looked down at herself.

"I...I guess..." she murmured, looking down. "Its funny, I always pictured myself with a white wedding marrying an Agreste...just not...this Agreste...whoever he is..." Marinette shrugged.

Alya rolled her eyes, knowing that Marinette was stuck on her first love.

"In my opinion this Agreste is better." She crossed her arms, displaying her obvious dismay of Felix. The girl couldn't help it, anyone who treated Marinette the way Felix did automatically ended up on Alya's shit list.

Marinette ran her fingers through her bangs, correcting them before she turned to Alya, her heart still aching at the thought that Felix might actually still be at the ceremony. She was wrapped in such inner turmoil at the thought of Felix watching her marry his cousin.

Why was the twisted ways of fate allowed to have its way with her?

"You know him?" Marinette asked, inquiring about her future husband.

Alya nodded, and then she placed her hands on her hips.

"Well I mean...I know of him..." she corrected herself. "His name is Adrien Agreste...he's Gabriel Agreste's eldest and only son..."

Marinette furrowed her brow, her hand lightly touching her lips being aware of the gloss that was decorated on them.

"The name sounds familiar..." she pondered. "But then again, he is an Agreste. They're about as famous as the Kardashians. The name gets put around with so many lights around it even though most of them are just famous for being born..." her voice trailed off.

Alya turned around, digging through her clutch for her cellphone.

"Mm-" she prompted, pulling up her internet photo searches.

"Except this one is a model. He's been on the front cover of every issue Gabriel has." Alya explained, turning her phone around so that Marinette could see.

The blunette pursed her lips, grabbing his phone as her tummy began to hurt.

"Great...he's handsome but I bet he's such a stuck up..." she handed the phone back to Alya, not even caring to see anymore.

Her belly was quivering and the more Marinette thought about him or allowed herself to see anymore photos of him she was just about to puke.

He looked nothing like Felix. They both shared blonde hair, but Felix was probably ten times more legit than Adrien. Probably less superficial as well.

"I think you should give him a chance, I mean you are meant to be marrying him after all..." Alya chimed, playfully wiggling her brows at her friend.

Marinette sighed, rolling her eyes.

"You'll just settle for anyone that isn't Felix..." she murmured. "But it looks like I don't have a choice, and I doubt that this Adrien guy even knows what I look like either..."

Alya tsked, throwing her phone back into her purse.

"He'll think you're beautiful because you are. You're definitely cuter than his girlfriend, but you might be his type. He seems to like dark haired freckled baby faced women."

Marinette felt her blood turn cold, it was as if she felt a tiny shock to her scalp that radiated throughout her entire body that left her stomach heavy and her fingertips and ears completely numb. Her heart began to beat with a painful ache, and her lips felt hot.

"Wait..." she breathed. "He has a freaking girlfriend?!" Marinette screeched, her face heating immensely behind her freckles.

Alya immediately cowered, smiling nervously at her friend who looked as though she was about to explode.

"O-Oh...I didn't mention that? See? I should have been a blogger, I always do my research." She laughed nervously.

Marinette wanted to grip her hair and tug at it, but she refrained. She didn't want to have to style it all over again after Alya worked so hard.

Marinette gulped, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself.

"H-How long....was he seeing her?" She asked, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Alya bit her lip, moving a few inches away in case Marinette were about to explode into a million pieces.

"Mmm...about....four years?" Alya pitched, her voice quivering in anticipation for Marinette's reaction.

As on cue, the bluentte's eyes were wider than teacup saucers. Her heart began to bang on her ribcage almost as if it wanted to escape.

"WHAT?!" She screamed, her head spinning. The female stumbled back, almost ready to pass out before Alya interjected.

"Hey- calm down! It's not your fault!" She exclaimed, placing her hands on Marinette's upper arms and stilling her. "You're marrying him because you have to. Not because you want to." She assured, knowing exactly where Marinette's mind was wandering.

"So...not only am I marrying a stranger, but now I'm a homewrecker too..." Marinette sniffled, her voice cracking at the last sentence.

Alya rubbed her back softly.

"Don't be silly, Marinette. You're a homewrecker against your will, not at heart..."

Marinette immediately shot Alya a dagger, her face completely red at this point.

"Alya, you're not helping--"

"I'm sorry!" Alya cut her off, wrapping her arms around Marinette. "I'm sorry." She uttered out once more.

"Look-" she sighed, pulling away from a distraught Marinette and holding her arms length to get a better look at her. "Its going to be okay. I promise. Every knows how complex this situation is and it can't be helped..." Alya reached up to cup her face, guiding Marinette to look at her.

"Now show me that pretty smile. It looks a lot better on you..."

Marinette sniffled, she wanted to pull away, climb back into bed and just not show up. Everything was becoming too much to handle, and she had the strange feeling she was going to be joined with a model who was stuck up and wouldn't like her because of his girlfriend.

"I really hope you're right..." she whimpered. "Because now I have to show this face to a million strangers...and possibly Felix." She sighed.

Alya shook her head.

"Good.. let Felix watch. I want him to watch. I hope Adrien is a good man so that Felix can see what he's lost and watch someone else treat you better."

Marinette shook her head, squeezing her eyes closed as she tried to will away her anxiety that began to bubble in her chest.

"Just--" she breathed, trying to make things quiet and clear her mind before she broke down again.

The pair jumped the moment they heard Marinette's father knock on the trap door beneath their feet.

"I hope everything is alright. The family sent a limo to escort us. They're outside whenever you girls are ready..." Tom spoke through the door, not wanting to intrude in case they will still getting dressed.

Alya gasped, looking up at Marinette with a wide smile

"A limo? I've never been in one before!" She grinned. "That's so sick!" She giggled, hopping up and down.

Marinette chuckled, rolling her eyes, attempting to hide how nervous she was growing.

"Leave it to the Agrestes to make things flashy..." Marinette mumbled. "Looks like you're reaping the benefits more than I am." She glanced up at Alya, who had gone to grab her purse.

"Hell yeah I'm reaping the benefits." Alya rasped as she returned to her. "And now its show time. You ready?"

Marinette looked down at herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she wanted to desperately say no and call the whole thing off, but knew it would only lead to more heartache and trouble for her parents who had already given so much for her.

She opened her blue eyes, looking into Alya's.

"I'm ready."

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"I'm really glad you could make it." Adrien breathed, wrapping his arms around Nino.

"I'm sorry to have called you on such a short notice."

Nino shook his head, his eyes glancing around the banquet hall with inordinate adulation. The walls were a nice beige. Each corner of the ceiling was decorated in flushed pink roses.

Right above was a colossal chandeliers that decorated above each and every table. The tables decorated all along side the banquet hall, leaving room for a small aisle where Nino could only assume the bride would be introduced.

Servers dressed in dark dress pants and vests could be seen handling flutes of champagne and serving appetiters before the actual dinner.

The males stomach growled in anticipation of what the gourmet chef had in mind.

The extravagant columns by the door showed unstinted perspective of their elegance. Nino had never seen anything like it.

In the focal point of the banquet hall the guests would face two chairs where the future bride and groom would be seated before their audience.

"Its a good thing I wore a tux..." Nino gaped, looking at how elegant and high end it was. "I would have thought you were getting married today..." the male looked over to his best friend who looked over to the large amount of guests and distant family members who attended.

The room had began to fill with chatter amoungst friends and family reuniting with one another, Adrien almost wanted to drown in the noise.

"Yeah, I guess my distant relatives just like to blow things out of proportion..." Adrien muttered. "Not a big fan of being paraded around the entire room like live breeding stock, but that's what my father thinks is necessary..." the blonde sighed, his eyes reverting to the chairs faced in front of everyone.

"Have you met your bride, yet?" Nino asked, glancing at the food the servers had on their trays.

Adrien tittered at his comrades obstruction.

"No...." he conceded. "But, my father told me she grew up in a bakery. I can only hope she's as sweet as the pie she makes."

Nino subtly nodded, his brow furrowing as he began to hope that there was pie on the menu for dessert tonight.

"How's the girlfriend taking it?" Nino inquired, glimpsing back at his mate with a perturbed but inquisitive expression.

Adrien sighed, shaking his head as he thought about Kagami's reaction.

Adrien's expression became wholly flacid.

"She's not taking it well. I insisted she'd not attend this event but she remained adamant that she arrived."

Nino's face contorted into one of distaste and agony.

"You don't think she'll do anything, right? Like perhaps cause a scene by objection or act in retaliation to the bride?" He asked, reaching over to grab a flute of champagne as the server passed by.

"I mean, I don't really know her so its hard to comment or speculate. But I can imagine the torture she must be feeling to witness her boyfriend marry a complete stranger."

Adrien eyed his friend with great scrutiny and he almost felt completely conquered. "I'm not sure where your wonted prompt solidarity went, but this was an appropriate time for that." He sighed, patting his friend on the back sarcastically.

"But thanks for reminding me of Kagami's anguish. It was the beacon of ambition I was looking forward to seeing tonight."

Nino almost coughed up his drink for the impact of Adrien's gesture.

The male cleared his throat, glancing back up at the model.

"Well...someone's got to be honest with you..." Nino pressed, his eyes looking for a table to be seated. He didn't want to miss anymore of the appetizers.

Adrien sighed, shaking his head.

"The seats are assigned..."the blonde informed. "You'll be seated with Kagami. I put you both in the front."

Nino nodded. He didn't have to be told twice. He adjusted his blazer and tie.

"Ah, perfect. Put the girlfriend up front. Its perfect proximity for her to jump on your new bride." Nino taunted with a smirk.

Adrien rolled his eyes.

"I'm just going to ignore you..."

Both the boys glanced up, perceiving that an important person had arrived. Many of the family members craned their necks as the limo pulled up to the front entrance.

"Speaking of which, I guess my bride is here..." Adrien muttered, his voice trailing off.

The chatter in the room continued, and the blonde gave one last pat on his mate's shoulder.

"I have to go..." the male sighed, his look then retrieving back to his well publicized seat where Nathalie waited for him.

"Good luck" Nino mumbled against the lip of his flute glass and took a large gulp.

Adrien returned to the podium, looking up at Nathalie nervously. He knew that this was just the meeting, and he had such high hopes for her. He wondered if she was bubbly and warm person like his mother was. Was she introverted? Did she prefer to be alone?

His green eyes sought upon a woman who carefully began to walk down the aisle in white.

Adrien was almost sure this was the wedding if he didn't know any better.

The woman had flushed pink skin, but a beautiful array of small freckles that decorated underneath her eyes and the small bridge of her nose.

Her lips were a nice beautiful shape, and her dark hair was held nicely in a neat bun. He was nearly blown away when he was met with a pair of piercing bluebell like eyes which were framed with thick lashes.

Adrien was taken. She was indeed beautiful.

He almost felt guilty, especially knowing that his girlfriend would be somewhere in the room. The model immediately looked down, listening to the way her heels pressed on to the floor before he had the courage to look up.

Getting a closer look at her face, Adrien felt his heart sink all the way to his stomach. Her eyes were flushed pink like she had been crying.

Considering the circumstances, Adrien could only assume she was feeling how he felt.

Trapped, confused and forced to go along with what they were told to do even if it meant unhappiness. Adrien loved Kagami, and he was sure that he would never love anyone else the way that he loved her.

He reached his hand out, gently taking her hand in his for a gentle shake of introduction.

"I'm Adrien. Pleased to meet you..." He smiled, his heart still aching at the situation.

The blunette nodded, her expression remaining impassive as she introduced herself.

"I'm Marinette..." her voice was dull and lifeless.

The blonde nodded with acknowledgment, standing beside her as they both faced their guests officially as an 'engaged to be wed' couple. Marinette was stiff beside him, gathering that she didn't like the attention.

Adrien pressed his lips together, watching as Kagami stepped into the banquet hall, her brown eyes flickering between the two of them. The girl wore a deep blue dress, it hugged every curve he could have imagined.

Her bob haircut stopped just above her sleeveless shoulder. Her earrings accentuated her sweetheart neckline.

Adrien was in complete awe at his girlfriend. He shifted slightly, eager to meet her in the crowd and take her into his arms.

Right beside him, he could see Marinette in the corner of his eye, fidgeting and almost ready to run for the doors. The blonded titted, at least they both had something in common.