"Then this must be it." I silently whispered as I peered at the bakery. It all didn't seem real to me, I expected myself to wake up in a few seconds, I expected my mom to wake me up and scold me about being late for school, I hoped to wake up to a world where I didn't have to worry about meeting my absent till now dad, and still had my mom.

But I knee that this was my sob reality and that nothing could change the past as much as I wanted it to. Maybe somehow I'll find peace in these few months.

Maybe something to make the memory of my mom not so sad.. I wondered how other people did it, smiled through the pain and death. Here I was a complete mess without my mom, could you blame me though?

     I was so dazed that I didn't notice the driver getting out of the car to grab my luggage. He opened the door and smiled at me. "Welcome to Paris, I hope you have fun." He bowed jokingly and handed me the luggage from his hands.

So far this was my first encounter here and it made me feel a lot better, maybe everyone here is like him, kind and sweet. Alya had told me about how she heard that Parisians were ruthless to foreigners or tourist and I prayed that was just a false misconception. Or a story someone made after just making one bad encounter.

I gave him a quick thanks and a ten euro bill from my pocket that my grandma had handed to me earlier. I watched as he drove away and then I slowly looked back at the bakery, I nervously and slowly made my way to the door. Did I have to knock? It was a bakery after all.

I decided to open the door because it was still day time so it was probably open. And it opened right up.

"Marinette, is that you?" A females voice from behind the counter called. Was that his wife?
It was 15 years since him and my mom so know knows what could have happened. A strong feeling made me want to believe not.

"Yes." I called out and a woman with long brown hair snapped up from her chair and almost jumped over the counter trying to get to me. I almost jumped in fear at her energy.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Camille Morel, but you can call me Cami. I'm the manager here, Tom has told me so much about you! Do you want a croissant? I just made a fresh batch! Oh god i'm rambling, Tom's meeting us in the main house lets go!" Camille grabbed my hand, without bothering to listen to my protest, and took me through a door behind the counter that opened up to a long spiral staircase.

Once we reached the top she opened a door that exposed us to a modern looking home, which I was secretly grateful for. At least his home is normal. It wasn't the scary mafia styled home I was expecting.

"Tom!" Camille yelled out and out of one of the doors came a tall and broad man with short brown hair, sideburns, a mustache, and green eyes. The first thing I noticed was that I looked nothing like him, not the hair, eyes, height, which I found very strange. Shouldn't a daughter look like her father? Maybe the genes skipped a little.

"Marinette.." He smiled brightly and took me into a huge bear hug. Which to my surprise felt good. I was still shook that this was the first hug I have ever had with my real dad.

    "Hey dad.." I awkwardly smiled as I hugged him back, feeling him tense up at the word dad. Guess I wasn't the only one with mixed emotions about that. He was probably as nervous as me.

     "How was your flight?." Tom asked as I could sense his nervousness, "I'm very jet lagged." I responded as I began fidgeting with my hands. I did it when I was nervous and was something I could never stop.

     "Camille can take you to your room, i'm gonna be cooking dinner while you take a nap, i'll wake you up when dinners done." Tom stated as he smiled warmly at me, all he did was smile.

     "Whats for dinner, boss?" She playfully asked.

     "Spaghetti, with lots of oregano." Tom grabbed a pan, winking at us. (reference)
     "My favorite!" Camille laughed as she led me up the stairs and right on top was a trapdoor.

     "I really hope you like it.. Tom and I spent the last couple of weeks getting it ready just for you, lots of running around." Camille beamed proudly, holding the door before opening it.

     I believed her when she said they spent all of the past couple of weeks, the room was beyond my expectations, almost like my dream room.