The picture above is Mari's sketch I drew, this is old art so I will re-draw it soon. 

1 week later...

Tuesday

Announcements in 2 days

Marinette pov

I looked at the designs closely, I can only turn in one. And that one drawing will determine my unpredictable path. I looked over the 3 sketches colored in rich colour, gentle yet detailed strokes of ink rolled from a pen of a designer. I inspected all 3 of the sketches repeatedly. I was torn for hours of which one to pick, 

Would the judges like it? Would they criticize my hard work? Was this even hard work at all? Did I even take this seriously enough?

I looked at the sketches and decided....the Gummy Bear. I took out my phone and took a picture of the sketch. "There!" I smile as I upload it to the page. I filled out the form and took a breath and pressed Submit. "Mari! How's the sketching going along?" my mom calls. "I just submitted!" I yell back. "Really? That's great!" I hear her. I get up and start to walk off downstairs to help mama.

"So far over 500,000 submissions are in! Due to the unexpected mass amount  of submissions, this could possibly take a month to judge. The winners will not be announced this Thursday. We will give updates when possible. We're sorry for the disappointment everyone!"

I could smell the alluring scent of berries and pies, and *sniiiiiifff* MACAROONS! 

"Marinette, will you help me make more crust  for the pies?" 

"Sure mama!"

 "So, what did they say about the submission? What did you draw?" papa asks me while he was making macaroons.

 "They didn't say anything about it. Winners are supposed to be this Thursday. I was inspired by gummy bears so, I did that...." 

I went over to the sink, washing and drying my hands, quickly slapping on flour and went to the counter beside mama and started to knead some dough, "...it was a onsie" I sigh. 

"That sounds really amazing Marinette! I know it'll knock their socks off!" papa smiles, making me chuckle. "Yeah, but, I don't know if it will." I sigh, wrapping the large dough ball in plastic wrapping, handing it to mama as I scooped up more dough mix into the bowl.

 "Why do you say that?" mama asks, mixing the berry filling, 

"I mean...the submissions are from the USA! Its a huge country and....other countries are participating as well! It has to be like millions of sketches those judges will have to look through and-"

 "Mari, sometimes you got to understand, the treasure is hidden at the bottom of the ocean" papa explains.

 "Don't stress about it, its better to try than to not try at all right?" mama smiles, "I guess."

 "Aw, is that any type of encouragement?" mama whines, pinching my cheeks.

"It is! It made me feel better already!" I laugh, "Much better! Now, will you taste this filling for me? I don't want to make it too sweet or bitter!" 

Adrien pov

I was in a private jet, a luxury one, in fact. The white leather seats, the small table in front of me with a vase of roses. Nathalie was with me, sitting in a seat across from me, on her tablet. I wonder what she was doing? I had my earbuds in, listening to some episodes of Project Runway, while looking out of the window, taking in the scenery of the world below us, it felt like dancing and prancing on the clouds a bit, but its better to look at it from a window. 

The sun was beginning to set, as the clouds were being laced in its pink-orange and red glory. The fluffiness of the ice was starting to make me tired, dragging me closer to fall for its nighttime trap. I never wanted to become a model, I always said to myself, 'When I'm old enough, I'm moving out'. Nope it was a 'You may be old enough, but you are still my model and live by my rules.' kind of thing. I didn't realize it but, I was already blanketed in a soft  black already.