Two weeks later,  Adrien arrives just in time for the meeting with Bridgette's  lawyer.  He admits he is not sure what to make of the whole situation.  He is glad to see that the attorney herself is on time as well.  However, when the lady says,  "Oh, by the way we must wait for Marinette to arrive before we can start Mr. Agreste."   Adrien is furious!  He can not believe the nerve of her.   "Marinette, what does she have to do with anything!  I know no one by that name." Adrien remarks roughly.  "Sir, calm down!  I will explain more once she gets here." Alya says as she checks her watch once more.

         One hour later, Marinette steps out of a taxi all out of breath. She has her suitcase with her along with a few other bags.  She takes one look at the young man and frowns. She smiles though when the lady in the purple suit , with the long, curly brown hair with red tips, approaches her.

     "Hello, Miss! Are you Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" Alya ask.

      "Yes, sorry I am late!  It is just my flight was on delay. Then, the original taxi service I tried to contact was unavailable. " Marinette explains.

    "Oh, well that is alright.  Now do come inside for the reading of the will." Alya says.

    "Yes, I must certainly shall."  Marinette says.

     "Wait, just a minute now!  Why does she need to hear this?  Is this not just about my inheritance?"  Adrien snarls.

      "Mr. Adrien Agreste, I did try to explain over the phone twice that you are a duo inheritor of fortune that is part of the estate of the late Bridgette Dupain-Cheng, my form mentioned client,"  Alya says with such professionalism it puts him to shame.

      "Oh, I see. Sorry for the mistake then,"  Adrien responds.

      Marinette does not say another word. She just follows Alya inside the small house after the woman unlocks it.  Adrien follows behind them both.  He is not to happy to find himself as someone who must share something with this bluenette before his eyes who clearly is immature as her pigtails, her lack in good fashion sense, and her tardiness imply.  

      Alya closes the door.  She locks it.  Now she leads them into the study. She opens a door, and pulls out the will. "Now, shall we proceed?"  Alya ask.

      "Wait, Miss, who on earth is this blonde crude fellow anyway?"  Marinette says angrily with her hands on her hips.

      "Miss Dupain-Cheng, I beg your pardon!  You see he is the son of one of the long distant friends of the family, he is unfortunately someone your late twin sister, chose to include in her will. This is something I assure you I can neither change, nor do a thing about so he is to be present just as you are Miss.   Now, do take a seat please." Alya remarks.

     "Yes, Miss Cesaire."  Marinette says. She sits down in a soft, chair nearby the desk.  Adrien sits in the other chair.  The whole while he thinks it ironic that someone he does not recall to his memory should allow him to share in her riches.  Let alone that her sibling should be so young, and so pitiful as the sight before his very eyes.

     "Marinette, I do say that you are not like I would imagine someone your age to be like. Why you fix your hair like a small child and dress like a teenager!" Adrien scoffs.

      "Goodness, just because you come in here in a suit, and tie does not make you a gentlemen." Marinette says.

       "Haha,I could care less what you think of me!" Adrien says.

     "Really, now?  Well, then, Mr. Agreste the feelings mutual."  Marinette remarks.

       "Oh, and just what is that suppose to mean?"  Adrien remarks angrily.

      "It means I could care less about the likes of you."  Marinette scoffs back.

       "Honestly, you two, if you do not calm down now, I shall have to separate you two." Alya says. She thinks the whole situation to be one that amuses her, while at the same time it is enough to give anyone a headache.   She can not see why her client would want these two in the same will let alone the same home together.  She shakes her head in dismay.

       Marinette begins to sob.  She pulls out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.  She looks at him in annoyance.  "It is not fair, how could she do this?  How could she die on me and expect me to share anything with him?  Why he is not even a proper man!"  Marinette says clearly upset.

      "Miss Dupain-Cheng, I dare you to stop it at once.  You might like me, but that is no reason to tear me apart. I am a gentleman rather you realize it or not. Why everyone who knows me says as much!"  Adrien brags.

      "Ha, I see no gentlemen! Only a boy who brags to much.  A boy who my sis, obviously has no sense to leave out of this!  Why would she want you to have a share in her stuff is beyond me!  Why, I am her flesh in blood!  Yet you are just a stranger and a horrid one at that Mr. Agreste!"  Marinette blurts out.

        Miss Alya Cesaire sits in silence as she thinks, somehow I believe this is going to be a long day.  A rather crazy one at that and one in which I shall reflect on my life's choices.  One in which I shall wonder, why did I choose to go to law school and become a estate lawyer in the first place!   Why did I not just listen to my mother and become a baker, a seamtress, an artist or actress?  I mean anything is bound to  be better than dealing with such craziness as this!  Ugh!  I think perhaps, I have not had enough sleep.

        Soon enough Alya Cesaire dozes off.  As she sleeps,  Adrien and Marinette continue their argument.  This does not get them anywhere, but they keep it up just the same.

      "See here, now, Miss Dupain-Cheng!  While I may very well not be properly acquainted with your sister this is no reason to question her decisions.  I am sure she knew what she was doing!" Adrien retorts.

      "Oh, yeah!  How could she?  She was ill at the time of her death!  She could have very well just written down a bunch of gibberish, since she was not in good health."  Marinette says.

     "Do you mean to say, you believe your sister was out of her mind?   That is to say, she was insane?"  Adrien reponds.

     "How dare you question her sanity, especially when she is not even hear to defend herself!" Marinette yells back.

       "She had to have been to include such a toddler as you in the will!"  Adrien responds rudely.

       "Toddler, toddler?   Mr. Agreste I am in my early twenties, so I am an adult!  I am no three year old!"  Marinette says furious that he would say such a  thing to her.

       "You do not convince me! Why if you want me to believe it than why style your hair that way?  Do you not know that is not the way someone our age should style it?"  Adrien says.

        "Who are you to give me fashion and hair tips?   You have a nose ring, so that you look like you have a pig snout!  Plus, your hair is in one of those absurd, mohawks which I might add is so 1970's!  Talk about being immature! Ha, you are as immature as they get!"  Marinette says.

      Alya Cesaire wakes up. She looks at them both with annoyance in her eyes and voice.   "Enough!  I have had it with your constant bickering!  Now, you two need to cool it!  I know you do not like each other, but you still need not  cut one another down.  Now, shut up!"  Alya Cesaire says.

        "Yes, Miss Cesaire!"  Marinette says.

       "Sorry, Madame."  Adrien says.

       to be continued in Chapter 2  Bridgette's  Will?