Two years ago

-Adrien-

Putting down that letter and folding it up so I won't be reminded was the only thing I could do to suppress this feeling. Anger, disappointment and sadness over comes me. How could I be so stupid to kiss Isabelle for a photoshoot? Im disspointed in Mari for thinking I ahem already moved on but im mostly blaming myself.

Screwing up the paper and throwing it as the wall was a way to express this anger. with red eyes and a puthy face I slowly reach down and pick up the the letter. Taking a deep breathe I open it and flatten it out. I bring it to my wet lips ad kiss it softy.

I am sorry.

Reaching for the pen and paper I shakily write the date at the top corner ad begin to wear my heart on my sleeve. In that moment I spill my whole being into this letter.

As soon as I write the last word, a tear lands right next to it, running the ink down the bottom of the page.
Still shaking I stubble around the desk to find an evolope. Once I grabbed hold of one I delicately yet surely fill it with my love for her. This letter will explain things. I hope so.

I hastetly get up and call for my maid. She and Isabell are the only ones who can know.

"Please post this for me, I can't leave the hotel without letting my father Know", I sigh "please, I trust you"

I surpsingly let out a slight smile and hand over the letter.

Present day

-mari-

Waking up that morning was different. I had a urge of determination but I also had a part of me that wanted to mourn. subcounsiusly I wear all black. I seem to graviate towards my old clothes. I look in the mirror and see im wearing that same hoodie I wore so long ago. The time I got detention. I smile at the memory but also become depressed. I go downstairs to get breakfast, I remember that morninng, that morning. I didnt eat before school. Mum has told me as part of my mental recovery I need to eat more and focus on bettering my self. So I grab a banana ad sit on the sofa.

My dad and mum share werid looks. oh yeah I forgot I am wearing my emo clothes. I meet there gaze and pull and fake smile and continue eating my food.

Ahhh I have school!!!! Maybe that's also why they were giving me strange looks since im always ready for school and never relax on the sofa before leaving. plus I would never wear these clothes to school anymore.

"S*** I have school!" I shout. I see my parents smile. I rush up to my room and grab my bag.

"Bye mum! Bye dad! I shout as I leave the house and slamming the door.

I am going to eb late im going to be late. Damn it. I need goos attendece for my applications.

Out of breathe I reach the doors to my school. I have missed registration. I sigh and dragging mt nag uo the stair to my classroom. I enter the room, and I see all eyes turn to me. Again not sure why... ah yes the clothes most likely, plus I am late.

" Marinette you are late. Go to the principles office. You need to go there anyway" my tutor states with a slight happy tone.

I exit the room with a confused look on my face.

How odd..

I knock on the door but when I open the door i see a unfamiliar person sitting opposite the desk. I squ9int my eyes and try and focus on their appearance, and then I realise.

" Marinette this is the head professor at the royal fashion School of Paris" he says calmly by excitedly.

I gulp loudly.

What?????????? Why???? I think I am excited but also very confused. Should I be worried. Have they taken back there offer on my application.

"Hello Marinette I have been looking forward to meeting you. Most of out applicants come for interviews but we had decided to gibe you a place at the school straight sway"

I am shocked. I am not that good at designing.

" And In light of our particular interest in you and your work, I have decided to give you the opportunity for a fashion show of your designs"

I am In shock. This is a dream come true. I can't breathe properly.

" I can tell you are surprised. This is very short notice. So my team and I have chosen to get students at out school to make your designs for you. So there is less pressure'.

I gulp. A smile makes its away across my face. " than-k yo-u' I try to sweetlysay, ' this is a huge honour"

My principle then offers " why dont we do t at the ed of the school year, here, as a leaving celebration for marinate and her class?"

"Wonderful idea" follows the professor.

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a merry new year x
Next chap will be out soon ❤️