A poor Adrien was awaken the next morning with a sharp kick to the stomach. 

"Oww...." he moaned, still drowsy from sleep. He opened his eyes a second later to find an irritated Marinette standing before him, her hands on her hips and preparing to strike again with her right foot. 

"What the heck, Marinette," he mumbled, before rolling to his left side where his back was facing Marinette's...in an attempt to try and go back to sleep again.

"Adrieeeen," he heard her whine. "I was supposed to be sleeping outside, remember? Why did you put me in the room?"

Adrien smirked, despite his eyes still being closed. "Well, I have to prove you right, don't I?"

"What're you talking about?"

"Remember when you talked about how I was a dashing and charming criminal?" he said. "Well it wouldn't be very dashing or charming of me to leave a fair maiden such as yourself sleeping on the ground while I sleep in a comfortable bed, now would it?"

Marinette groaned. "But I said I was okay with sleeping outside."

"You've also said I was pretty," Adrien chuckled, pulling the blanket halfway over his face. 

"I was being sarcastic," was Marinette's quick reply. 

"Listen, Bugaboo. If you have feelings for me then I totally would understand."

"In your dreams!"

"Yes, I know I'm the guy of your dreams..."

Annoyed, Marinette once again kicked her escort, this time in the back. She expected to hear him moan in pain again, but he ended up laughing instead.

"You're infuriating," she finally told him, shaking her head to keep from laughing with him.

Adrien pulled himself up into a sitting position, smiling in playful amusement. Small specks of grass rested in his golden hair, and his nightshirt slightly wrinkled with a hint of brown from the fresh earth from sleeping overnight on the ground. 

Realizing that she was staring, Marinette lowered her gaze, a soft blush forming on her cheeks. 

"And yet you adore me," Adrien grinned. "Anyways," he continued, running a hand through his hair, "What's for breakfast? I'm starving."

"That would be pancakes with maple syrup, Mr. Golden Boy" replied a familiar voice. Both Marinette and Adrien turned and found Alya walking towards them, carrying a wooden wash-bin  filled to the brim with warm soapy water and a few towels draped casually on her shoulder. 

"But first," she added, setting the bin in front of them, "you'll hafta wash up."

"At least one of us actually does," Marinette muttered, shooting a glance toward Adrien.

"Ouch," he laughed, before walking toward the wash-bin and splashing water on his face.

*********

  After breakfast and getting dressed, Marinette had joined Alya and her sisters in the well-furnished sitting room, when the girls busied themselves with making colorful paper butterflies. Manon had gone home, Adrien and Nino had gone with Mr. Cesaire to run a few errands, and Mrs. Cesaire and Nora went to fetch a recipe from an old friend. 

Marinette carefully folded the delicate pink paper as Alya had instructed her, and once she had completed this task, she placed the pink butterfly in the small basket that sat in the middle of the table. They had just started that morning, but already the basket was half full. 

"So what are you going to do with all these butterflies?" Marinette asked Alya, who had finally broken up a fight between the twins. 

"We usually decorate the house with them, hang them up on the ceilings, give one to a friend for good luck, ya know that sort of thing," Alya explained, as she concentrated on her sky-blue butterfly in her hands. "But after we finish making them all," she continued, placing the butterfly in the basket along with the others, "We each make a really special butterfly and decorate it with glitter...maybe a few drawings here and there, and then--"

"And then we take it to the princess!" Ella squealed.

"Hey! I wanted to say it first!" Etta whined.

"Girls! What did I say about talking in other people's conversations?" Alya yelled.

"There's a princess here?" asked Marinette curiously. The only princesses she knew existed in her books she read while she stayed in her tower...and for some reason they always had a prince or a secret lover in their stories. 

"Not exactly," explained Alya. "But you'll figure out what we're talking about soon, trust me."

Marinette smiled in reply, grabbing a soft orange-colored leaf of paper from the pile that rested between them and proceeded to work on her next butterfly. 

"But first," said Alya, as she studied Marinette's hair while stroking her chin. "We'll need to do something about that hair, girl."

*******

Adrien's jaw dropped to the floor as he stared at Marinette's new hairdo. 

Marinette frowned. "If you don't like it, then just say it."

"It's...I...uhhh...." Adrien stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

  Alya, Ella, and Etta had somehow magically transformed Marinette's long flowing midnight-colored hair into one huge braid, allowing her hair to be long enough only to reach her feet instead of trailing behind her. It was covered in a variety of flowers, ribbons, and a few other hair accessories, apparently in order the keep the braid intact. Soft curls framed Marinette's face, and she impatiently pulled a strand of hair from her eyes as she waited for Adrien to respond.

"That's alotta flowers..." commented Nino with a chuckle. 

"It looks great," Adrien finally managed to say. "I just....wow."

"It's convenient too," said Alya. "Now she doesn't have to worry about tripping the entire town with her hair while we enjoy ourselves at the festival." 

Adrien laughed. "Good, because I wasn't looking forward to planting my face in the ground again today."

Nino scratched his head. "But why flowers, though?" he asked Alya. 

Alya smirked. "Because butterflies love flowers. We're bound to be struck with good luck."

"Yeah, sure."

"Anyway, we'll need to hustle if we want to make it to the parade in time. Let's get moving, people!"

And with that, the group left the house and headed toward the celebration, eager for enjoyment and recreation the festival was bound to provide for them all. 

*Author's Note*:

Heyo people!

I apologize for updating so late...I'm currently writing most of this with my left hand.

Having ur right hand get slammed in a car door is not a pleasant experience -_-

Anyways, hope u guys enjoyed this chap! u can let me know by clicking a certain little star up top :-) Plz don't forget to comment and share!

But guys....ommmmgggggggg

WASN'T THE SEASON FINALE EVERYTHING?!?!??!!!?

i am SHOOK....Like Thomas and his team did a fantastic job on those episodes. They were gorgeous, suspenseful, epic, heart aching, action packed, and not to mention downright awesome XD

What'd u guys think of this finale? I'd love to hear ur thoughts abt it. :-D

Now if u will excuse me, I'm going to go watch it for the millionth time....and ball my eyes out in the process -_- 

See you guys next weekend, and stay Miraculous! <3