"So.. Where's your mom from?" I inquired while looking around the foyer, my eyes gazing at a large portait of him, a blonde woman who looked so much like him, and a taller man which I figured were both his parents.

     "She's from Texas, we usually spend the summer in the United States with her family but we couldn't because my dad had too much work."

     "So thats why you sound so american?"

     "I guess you could say I pretend to be one each summer." Adrien gave me his grin I was already becoming oh so fond with.

     "And it works?"

      "Usually, didn't you think I was american before I opened up my mouth?"

     I shrugged.

     "Come on, she's probably in our theatre." I gave Adrien a questioning look before he grabbed my hand and led me to a set of double doors that revealed a fairly large acting theatre.

Down on one of the seats facing the stage laid a woman who looked exactly like the painting and also Adrien. She had light blonde hair, an angelic face, was very thin, she also looked fairly young, about 20 to 25 years old and slept peacefully.

"Mother.." Adrien tapped her shoulder a few times, and with no avail, the woman just turned to her side and dozed off even more if that was even possible.

"Watch this." He cheekily grinned as he whispered in his moms ear.

"They are recreating the film 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' and need an Audrey Hepburn. Castings end in 3 hours."

The once peaceful woman soon shot up from the seat yelled to words 'where' and Adrien began cackling.

"Adrien Agreste! Don't you ever do that again!" She scolded before giving a glare to her son.

"This is my mom, Emilie, she is a big geek for classics."

Emilie gave Adrien a slight push before glancing into my direction, I felt her light green eyes examine me and I began playing with one of my pig tails.

"Ou.. Adrien, where did you find her." Emilie gave a slight suggestive smirk and I realized that his hair, face shape, and eyes weren't the only thing he inherited from her.

"She lives in the popular bakery across the park. She's staying here with her dad for the summer."

"You're american too!"

"American?" I asked confusedly.

"An Expatriate!" She exclaimed, giving me a huge smile.

She must have meant hostage.. I thought to myself bitterly, but I shouldn't bring myself to mention that again.

"Wait a minute! You're Tom Dupain's daughter? He had told me all about you! How could I forget!"

"Yeah my names Mari.."

"Her full names Marinette though." Adrien retorted.

"You can just call me Mari!" Marinette laughed slightly.

"I'm glad you're here though! Nice to meet you, have you learnt any french?" She asked, holding one hand on my cheek.

"Maybe a few phrases on the way here."

"Like what?" Asked Adrien as he sat on one of the many chairs.

"Like if I said them in front of you, i'd make a complete and utter fool of myself." I chuckled grimly.

"Quel dommage!"

"Promise me never to use a french phrase till summer is over, i'm pretending to be anywhere in the US instead of Paris." Emilie sighed softly.

"Tell me how that works out with.. you know, french children, and husband."

"I'm getting us some drinks, make yourself comfortable." She trotted off happily, ignoring Adrien's comment, I sat on one of the plush chairs, one chair away from Adrien as I sighed.

"Told you she'd be happy to finally meet you." Adrien let out a chuckle he'd been holding.

"Does your mom really hate Paris that bad?" I asked, tilting my head towards him.

"Nope, she loves it but since we weren't able to go to the states she's been kind of moody about it, but when we are in Texas she complains about everyone in their pajamas and the fast food."

"Whats wrong with pajamas in public?" I questioned nervously knowing well that I was guilty of it, who could blame me? I was always too tired to get dressed up, or I forgot to change.

"My mother thinks that it makes someone look lazy." Adrien shrugged and honestly, he was right.. Who could blame us for being lazy though?

I decided this would be a good time to bring up the theatre in front of us.

"Is your mom an actress?" I asked nonchalantly, staring at the big stage in awe.

"Yeah, she mostly does broadway but has stared in quite a lot of movies. My dads a fashion designer, his brands name is Gabriel, and I am the face of it all.. Do I seem fur-miliar?" Adrien wiggled his brows at me starting to lean closer to me and I let out a small chuckle before pushing his face.

"Barely, but don't let that change anything, you're still unbearable." I laughed, "but I think my mom would have in fit well, she did photography." I sighed peacefully at the memory of my mom taking me to national parks and lakes to take photos of the scenery while I played.

"Did she do maternity photos or stuff like that." Asked Adrien.

"No.. My mom did fine arts and many things along that she had her own gallery and taught college classes."

"That seems interesting.. What was her name?"

"Sabine Cheng."

Emilie arrived before Adrien could ask any more questions with a tray of 3 cherry cola's and a box of macarons, she recognized the small pastry from her dads bakery. "Here you go honey, Adrien absolutely loves these! He always finishes them the day they get here."
She offers me the box and I pick out a light purple macaron.

I took a big bite and once I began chewing my stomach began to flutter and I made a satisfied groaning sound as Emilie burst out laughing and Adrien chuckled slightly. Was everything that was made in Europe, made to taste better?

"Give her more, she's bound to start eating herself." Adrien teasingly stuck his tongue out and right when I was going to clap back, Emilie handed me the whole box and I just focused on digesting the beautiful macarons.

"How I love you already!" Emilie squealed and grabbed a macaron for herself.