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"Marinette! Come downstairs!" her mother shouted ecstatically. Marinette shifted in her bed, rubbing her eyes. It was near six o'clock in the morning, and Marinette predicted she needed help making breakfast.
She threw on a plain red dress, slipping her feet into a pair of black flats. When walking downstairs, she saw both her parents sitting at the dining room table, the breakfast spread out. "Papa!" Marinette exclaimed, running over to hug her father.
"What do you need me for?" Marinette then asked. She now guessed that they needed her to run the bakery, while they went to do their errands. "Look," Maman handed her a letter.
Dearest Families,
You have now been notified that Prince Adrien is in need of a companion. There will be 35 girls selected to participate in the competition.
All girls 16 to 20 allowed, and one girl per household is allowed to be competing. Any girl in the age group are allowed to try out. On the first day, everyone will have a chance to speak with the prince, and he will select 35 girls out of the 60 that will continue their stay.
Everyone must enter their ballots by the end of the week. To enter by going to your nearest store, and purchasing a ballet; then you may take your photo, and submit it in the mail. Hurry, we do not like to keep the prince waiting.
Marinette stared blankly at the letter. "Maman, what is so special about this?" "Because you are 17, my dear! You can enter!"
"Being raised by royalty, especially like Mr. Agreste, is treason! The prince is not exactly husband material," Marinette scoffed as her parents gasped. "Marinette! Don't say such things!" Maman said as her gaze shot down to her flats.
"Sorry, Maman," Marinette mumbled, raising her head. "Marinette, are you sure you don't want to participate?" Maman squeaked as Marinette pursed her lips.
"I...I don't know Maman," Marinette could never say the truth. "It would help out the bakery," Maman took a sip of her tea. Marinette bit her lip. "Maman, you can't guilt me into this,"
"That's absurd! I did not raise you to act like this!" Maman shot back immediately. "She's right, Sabine. This is her own choice. If we give her adult duties, she is allowed to make adult decisions," her father said, making her smile. Maman didn't reply, making Marinette sighed.
"Maman, could I have the day to think-" "A day!?" she interrupted. She proceeded to take a sip of tea. "Marinette, this is very competitive. If you enter too late, I feel you will not have a fair chance,"
Her brows furrowed, "But this is a hard choice Maman. What about Luka?" "What about Luka?" she mocked, "Marinette, keep your eye on the prize," Maman said.
"Do you want to love that filthy, poor sewer rat, or a prince?" She scoffed. "Maman!" Marinette stood up.
"Do not say that! Luka is a gentleman, much better than that arrogant prince," Sabine stood up as well at the statement.
"Marinette, don't say such things!" Maman whisper yelled. "Maman! You must consider my feelings-" "Marinette, sit down! Do not raise your voice at me!" Sabine shouted as Marinette sat back down.
A moment of silence passed, Sabine slowly sitting down. Marinette pushed her full plate aside. "Here, Papa, you can have my breakfast," Marinette smiled, handing her Dad the plate.
"No, dear, you must eat," Tom replied. "Don't worry! Lunch will come shortly, I can wait for that long,"
"No." he finalized, "You must eat," Tom concluded, Marinette then jumping out of her seat. "May I eat in my room then?" she smiled widely as Tom nodded.
"Wait, Marinette-" Maman started, but she had already run off. She scurried off into her attic and waited until she heard a knock on her window.
She opened it, and Luka came in. "Bonjour, Marinette," Luka said as Marinette kissed his cheek. "So, your father didn't need the food?" Luka asked as Marinette shook her head. He paused.
"No, no. I can't Marinette, this is your food...Isn't it," Luka said as Marinette nodded slowly. He sighed, "You need it more Luka, you need to support your family," Marinette countered.
"No, you eat it," Luka said, pushing the plate to Marinette. She smiled; that is why she loved Luka so much...Prince Adrien would never do such a thing for his wife.
"How about we each eat half then," Marinette proposed as Luka sighed. "Are you sure?" he double-checked, Marinette then nodding. In between bites Luka had to stop.
"Marinette, this isn't right. I am supposed to be giving you food. As your boyfriend-" "Luka." she grabbed his hand, "It's alright, I know that you need this food."
"Marinette, your parents will never approve of me," he sucked in a breath, "What type of guy am I if I can't support my wife?" Luka's last sentence made Marinette turn red. "W-Wife?" she steadied her voice, "You want to marry me?" she asked as Luka sighed.
"Marinette, I love you with all my heart but...I can't love you knowing that I may not be able to feed you some nights," Luka admit.
"Well, we can run," Marinette said as Luka lifted his head. "What-" "We can run away! No one can bother us!" Marinette smiled, cupping his face.
"We can start a family, no one has to know." her voice went soft, "We can support each other," Marinette had never felt so confident about a statement.
"No Marinette. What about The Selection?" Luka asked as she choked. "What Selection?" Marinette trembled, Luka then sighing. "Marinette-"
"I'll just say no. My parents are fine with me making my own decisions," Marinette blurts out, Luka running his hand through his hair. "Marinette, you have to go," Luka concluded.
"W-What? But we are together!" Marinette exclaimed. "I can't live the rest of my life knowing I held you back from an opportunity to live an amazing life,"
"Luka, w-" "A life with food, water, clothing," "Luka, stop, I-" "Anything you want," Luka finished as Marinette bit her lip to stop herself from crying.
"Luka, no, please!" Marinette exclaimed, the tears flowing from her bluebell pupils. He put his hand below her cheek and kissed her one last time.
"Promise me you'll try out. Promise," he exclaimed as Marinette held his hand to stop him from leaving. "No, Luka! Do not go! We can sort this out!" she screamed.
"Promise me," he said lifting her second hand. "I-I promise," Marinette stuttered, as she started to sob.
As he left her room, Marinette wiped her eyes and walked downstairs. Sabine looked at her daughter, Tom then taking on a shocked expression, noticing her as well.
"I m-must get dressed," Marinette whispered, holding in her tears. "Marinette, are you-"
"I'm going to try out for The Selection,"
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