Adrien's P.O.V.

    To be honest, when I stepped on Chinese soil, I half expected Marinette's family to ambush me. If they were to know what I did to their cousin/niece/granddaughter.... I don't want to think of it. Beside me, Marinette was talking to an old friend. She was about Marinette's height with dark hair and light brown eyes.

Apparently, she inherited her parents hotel and when she heard Marinette was back in China, she drove immediately to the airport saying that she could stay at her hotel, giving her he best rooms they had. And let me tell you, that girl won't take no for an answer.

Once we both got all our baggage, she dragged us both to her car and took off. Marinette laughed but I thought this was a bit like kidnaping. She scoffed when I said that. She said and I quote, 'it's not kidnap, it's offering my best friend and her boyfriend a ride despite their refusals.'

After an hour what what it felt like, we arrived at the hotel. It stood proudly with 23 floors, a pool just beside it on the right side while on the left, it appears to be some kind of massage room. She said that our room was a suite on the 22nd floor.

She handed us our keys and scurried off to her office. Mari looked for our rooms while I carried our luggage, apparently the guy who was supposed to do this was sick and the other one was helping someone else. We could've waited, but Mari really wanted to go to the room so we can rest and then explore China once our jet lag wore off.

"Here it is!" She exclaimed excitedly.

Finally! Once she opened the door, I ran in dropping all our things on the floor. She giggled at my action. The room was huge considering it was half the size of my room. The walls were painted royal blue, the floor was carpeted with the softest carpet, the bathroom was sparkling, the balcony had an amazing view of China. But there was one problem. There was only one bed.

"I could sleep on the couch.", I offered.

She shook her head. "no, I'll sleep on the couch."

"M'lady, it would be improper and ungentlemanly of me to do that to you."

Marinette rolled her eyes when I kneeled down. "Oh get up Adrien. How bout this, we take turns on using the couch and bed. Sounds fair enough? Good!"

"Then who gets to sleep on the bed first?"

She groaned." Okay fine! Rock, paper, -"

"Okay!", I cut her off.

Rock

Paper

Scissor

Shot

"I win." Marinette said.

I went to grab the extra pillow and blankets on the closet while Marinette said that she was going to sort our clothes to the closet.

It wasn't until it was too late for me to realize what she said.

I started to pray in hopes she won't see my-.

"Adrien what's this?"

Shoot! She found it.

"It's well.......it's my song book okay!", I confessed.

"Your song book?"

I nodded, "yeah, after you left, I poured all my emotions unto that notebook, the last one was probably the only that I expressed my feelings using the right words for a song."

She giggled, "who are you? Taylor Swift?"

"It's not funny". I said fighting a blush.

Marinette's giggled were like wind chimes to me, "come on, sing that song for me."

I raised an eyebrow, "you sure you want that?"

She nodded, "I'm the princess well, your princess, aren't I ? So what I says goes."

I chuckled, "very well purrincess."

{play the song if you already haven't }

Meanwhile ~

Bridgette's P.O.V.

"Please sit still Miss Kwami.", said one of the maids.

"I'm sorry", I apologized. "But this is really uncomfortable."

"We understand, but it is our job to do your makeup." Another said.

"Aaaaaaaaand done!"

I looked at myself at the mirror she brought me. My hair was tied in an Athena style, my makeup was light with only cherry pink lipstick, green glittering eyeshadows, mascara and foundation. It went well with the strapless green dress Mari left me.

"Oh miss Kwami, you look so beautiful!", gushed a maid.

"Now for the final touch!"

A necklace was tied around my neck, the one that Felix and Mr. Gabriel were talking about. The chains were gold and hanging on it was a diamond shaped heart with small emeralds surrounding it.

I heard a gasp. "Oh wow, Miss Kwami, you're so lucky! I can't believe that Mr. Gabriel allowed you to wear this!"

I touched the diamond, "why? What's wrong?"

The one who did my make smiled sadly, but she didn't answer my question. It was Felix.

"It was my mother's."

There he was, standing looking so handsome on his dark green tux. "Come, the guest are starting to arrive and there will be a presentation for you once everyone arrives."

I took his hand that he was offering me. "A presentation? For me?"

He smirked, "a last minute one. From me of course. My song for you."