*Italics + underline mean muttering or whispering*
*Italics mean thoughts*
*Italics + bold mean TV talk/video speak*
π₯ is Nadia Chamack
β¨ is Audrey Bourgeois
(Y/n's Pov)
Today I was helping Mari finish up her hat for a fashion show.
π₯"Tonight, the Grand Palais hosts the most eagerly awaited event of the year, the sensational fashion show of famed designer, Gabriel Agreste! And a major event always brings prestigious guests. Mayor of Paris, Andre Bourgeois is excepted to attend with his wife, the great and highly respected fashion critic, Audrey Bourgeois."
I looked away from Mari's computer to see her fiddling with the feather attached to it.
πΆβπ«οΈ"Mari, it's perfect the way it is. Besides you're gonna damage the feather if you keep messing with it."
πΈ"Y/n, I don't know! I feel like it's the ugliest hat in the world!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"Ugly? Please."
I closed the news and typed up ugly hats on the internet.
πΆβπ«οΈ"Now this's ugly."
πΈ"But Adrien is supposed to model it in front of everyone! He'll resent me for the rest of his life! I have zero talent!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"Zero talent! Bitch, no! You have amazing talent! Gabriel wouldn't of picked it if he didn't think you did an amazing job."
πΈ"But, what if people see that it's a synthetic pigeon feather and not a real one? They're gonna think it's lame."
πΆβπ«οΈ"Girl, remember a week ago when pigeons randomly attacked everyone after school and Adrien was sneezing some much his eyes got puffy? It's best that feather's a fake."
πΈ"You're right. Besides, I wouldn't have time to make changes anyway."
πΆβπ«οΈ"Well, come on! We still have 10 minutes to get there!"
πΈ"Ah shoot!"
We rushed to the bottom of the staircase and opened the back door to the bakery.
πΆβπ«οΈ"Your parents are already there, so hop on the Y/n train, all aboard!"
πΈ"Okay."
I then ran as fast as I could to get there, we made it there in at least 5 minutes.
When we were nearby, I let Mari off. Adrien's car sped by us and stopped at the red carpet.
π₯"This is it, here she comes! The international Queen of Fashion, Director of Style Queen magazine, Audrey Bourgeois!"
β¨"Anthony! Uh, Andre! Be a dear and fire the chauffeur. I can't believe Gabriel allows his staff to drive like that!"
π"Neither do I."
π"Yes, of course, Audrey dear!"
What an entitled bitch
πΈ"Oh no! It's Audrey Bourgeois!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"Besides being Chloe's mom, who?"
πΈ"Only the harshest fashion critic in the entire world! I didn't know she was coming!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"Didn't you hear the news playing on your computer?"
Audrey stepped on the red carpet and then put her foot back.
β¨"What is this carpet? Is it fabric? Why isn't the red carpet made out of marble like I said?"
She looked at police officer Roger whilst shooing him.
β¨"You're fired!"
Chloe mimicked her mother's hand motion at Roger.
Huh
β¨"Ridiculous! Utter ridiculous!"
Audrey walked along the red carpet with Chloe and Andre following.
πΈ"She's gonna hate my hat for sure!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"Come on, Mari. It'll all be okay, you worry too much. Besides Adrien would be devastated if you didn't show."
I played the card of using Adrien as collateral to nudge her to go and it worked.
π₯"Audrey, like the slogan of your magazine says, 'If it's in good taste, it's in Style Queen". So, what's in good taste this year?"
β¨"Judging by the way you're dressed, you obviously don't know, my dear. For your information, the trend this year is glitter."
πΈ"Glitter? There's no glitter on my hat! This is a fashion disaster!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"It's probably a good thing there's no glitter on that, that stuff gets everywhere. It would get in Adrien's hair anyway."
π₯"As the editor of Style Queen, you spend a lot of time in New York. It must be nice to be with your family for a change here in Paris."
π"She's very happy to see me! By the way, Mom, I have a little something for you!"
That's nice of Chloe
β¨"Clara! Uh, Chloe! What is this?"
π"Um, it's a gift."
β¨"Huh! This wrapping paper is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."
Audrey Bourgeois did the shooing hand motion to Chloe.
β¨"You're fired!"
That skank! She's so ungrateful, why I outta!
Without thinking, I was starting to walk over to Mrs, Bourgeois, but Mari was holding me back.
π"Darling, please, you can't fire Chloe! She's your daughter!"
π₯"Audrey, how long are you planning to stay in Paris?"
β¨"The shortest possible time."
Audrey walked off with the other 2 members of her family following.
π₯"Thank you. This fashion show just might be one of the most important in Gabriel Agreste's career, as evidenced by Audrey Bourgeois' presence. Will the famous fashion designer, who never appears in public show up for the occasion? Stay tuned to find out! Don't be bemuse, it's just the news!"
After that, Mari was trying to run away from Mrs. Critic.
I spotted Gabriel Agreste's assistant, Nathalie. I dragged Mari towards her.
πΆβπ«οΈ"Hello, Ms Nathalie. She's ready, just a bit paranoid. It is her first fashion after all."
π"Of course, please hurry though, it's almost time."
I let go of Mari but walked behind her so she couldn't escape. But she tripped and the hat fell out of the box it was in. It then started rolling and ended up at Audrey Bourgeois' feet.
I helped Mari up and pushed her over to Mrs. Bourgeois, who was holding it.
β¨"What is this?"
πΆβπ«οΈ"That's my friend, Marinette's, Mrs. Bourgeois."
π"That's Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the loser! And this is a hat she made, because she thinks she's a designer! She even signed it, look!"
Chloe flipped the hat over to show the hidden feature on the hat.
πΆβπ«οΈ"She sure did, she has amazing talent."
π"Girls. We have to go."
πΆβπ«οΈ"Coming, Ms. Natalie!"
I snatched the hat back from Chloe and pulled Mari along.
Once we got to Adrien's changing room, we knocked on the door.
Adrien opened the door, with a smile on his face."
βοΈ"Marinette, Y/n, hi!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"Hey, Adrien."
πΈ"Uh, hi."
Marinette began walking up the stairs but tripped, Adrien caught her though.
I noticed Mari dropped the hat right inbetween her and Adrien.
I waited until the hat was picked up.
βοΈ"Oh no. I hope it's not too hard to fix it?"
πΆβπ«οΈ"If Mari didn't mess with the feather too much."
βοΈ"Huh?"
πΈ"Y/n!"
πΆβπ«οΈ"She was so worried that the feather was fake because of your allergy. That and she thinks she doesn't have talent."
βοΈ"Marinette, you have talent. My dad wouldn't of picked you if he didn't think that."
πΆβπ«οΈ"Agreed."
Adrien fixed the feather, catwalked to a mirror and did different poses.
βοΈ"See?"
Mari had a huge dorky smile on her face.
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