After the battle with Flora, Arachnaphobe went back into his room through his room.

Arachnaphobe: Arach, webs in! *He de-transform and Arach hovered in front of Esra, he fed him a raisin. *

Esra: There you go.

Search: That was fun helping out.

Esra: It was. Glad I could help out unexpectedly again.

Arach: Are you sure you don't want to tell them who you are?

Esra: No, Arach. They'll have no choice but to be suspicious about it. Until it's time I tell them the real truth.

Arach: Okay. You can't keep them in the dark forever. *Esra sighed and looked out the window. *

Esra: (At this rate, not today.) *Then, Uniqua headed back to the BOYA- Fleris and Maison, and she saw Yara. *

Yara: Uniqua! Are you okay?

Uniqua: Yeah. Sorry about how I got akumatized.

Yara: No, you're alright. Just you were just being sad is what triggered you. But don't worry, it'll get better before you know it. *Uniqua grinned at Yara. *

In the Grand Paris Hotel, Andre was in a panic mode, looking for Audrey.

Andre: Oh, Audrey. What did that villain do to you?

Audrey: Don't get your sash into a wrinkle, Andre. I'm fine. *She pushed her glasses up and adjusted her hat. *

Andre: Audrey, my love! *He picked her up and hugged her. * I was so worried about you.

Audrey: Put me down, I'm fine. *He put her down and kissed her hand. * Yes, yes. Thank you for caring.

Andre: Of course, I do, darling.

Chloe: What is going on?

Andre: Well...

Audrey: No need to explain, Andre. I had enough of today as it is.

Andre: I have one more thing I have to do. Be right back. *He leaves the hotel, leaving his two daughters in the lobby. In the Bakery, Sabine handed a customer a cherry pie before closing up shop. *

Female customer: Thank you.

Sabine: You're welcome. Enjoy your pie.

Female customer: I will. *She leaves the bakery. Then, Carlos from the fruit store walked in. *

Sabine: Hello. How can I help you?

Carlos: Hello. Is this the Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie?

Sabine: Yes, this is. What can we do for you?

Carlos: I would like a job application. I heard you guys are hiring.

Sabine: Yes, we are in fact. *Carlos grinned at that. * Here's an application to our bakery. We're doing interviews on Friday. Just bring in the application and we'll do a small interview on you.

Carlos: Okay. Thank you. *Sabine handed Carlos a blank application to fill out. * I'll see you tomorrow. *He leaves the bakery and Sabine starts counting the money from the register and the tip jar. Meanwhile, Marin walked in, holding his gym bag from soccer practice. *

Bridgette: Guess you're home from soccer practice.

Marin: Well, no thanks to that Akuma and you guys telling me this after soccer practice. *He goes into the fridge and drinks some energy sports drink. *

Marin: We have a match next Tuesday.

Bridgette: Think we'll see it?

Marin: I'm sure you guys will. (Not unless an Akuma attack will ever happen again.)

Bridgette: If you say so. *She eats some sliced almonds out of a bowl while looking at her notes for her test tomorrow. *

Marin: What are you eating?

Bridgette: Sliced almonds. *She eats some more and studies more. * Then, they heard the front door open and they saw their parents walking in. *

Tom: Hey, guys.

Marin/Bridgette/Timmy: Hey. Hi. Hello.

Sabine: Things were okay.

Marin: I'm gonna go take a shower.

Sabine: Okay, honey. *Marin heads to his room and gets cleaned up. *

Tom: Is Marinette in her room?

Bridgette: Yeah. Probably doing homework. *She eats more of her sliced almonds. *

Tom: Okay. *Then, the trapdoor opened, and Marinette came downstairs to the living room. * Hey honey, do you have culinary class today?

Marinette: Not this time?

Tom: Why not this time?

Marinette: It's just a half-elective. We only take it 2 or 3 times a day. I go back tomorrow.

Tom: Okay. Would you like to cook tonight's dinner with me?

Marinette: Sure. What are we gonna do?

Tom: I'll tell you a little later. Right now, your mom and I will relax for a little bit.

Marinette: Okay. *Soon, her phone buzzed, she got it out of her purse and saw what was on it. It's a message from Alya. *

Sabine: Who's texting you, honey?

Marinette: Just Alya.

Sabine: What did she say?

Marinette: Hold on. *She opened the message Alya sent her. * She wanted to know if I wanted to go over to her house. If it's alright with you guys?

Tom: Sure, honey. But be back by 6.

Marinette: Okay. *She replied to Alya. *

🐞: I'm on my way to your house.

🦊: Great. Nino is there too. And we're gonna play Dance Evolution.

🐞: Okay. Think I can tag a plus one?

🦊: Why not. Ella and Etta are here, and Chris is here too.

🐞: Okay. Be right there. *She put her phone back in her purse and looked at her parents. *

Marinette: Alya said okay. Timmy, wanna see your friends?

Timmy: Sure. Can I?

Sabine: Sure, sweetie.

Tom: Sounds okay to me.

Timmy: Yay!

Marinette: Let's go. *They both leave the house and head over to Alya's house. In the BAYO-Fleris and Maison Flower shop, Yara and Uniqua have cleared out the shop and about to close up permanently, a white limo pulled out from the street. *

Uniqua: Who is it?

Yara: Probably someone who's expecting flowers. *Then, they saw Mayor Andre and Audrey walking up towards them. * Mr. Mayor?

Andre: Hello, again. I'm sorry on my wife's behalf for what happened.

Yara: And for causing someone to be akumatized.

Andre: Yes, that too. *He then gasped. * That was you? *Yara pointed at Uniqua. * Oh. My apologies. My wife can have a... short fuse.

Audrey: Well I never.

Yara: Thank you, Mr. Mayor. But you're not the one who has to apologize. *They looked over at Audrey. Audrey looked at them, looking dumbfounded. *

Audrey: What?

Andre: Audrey, apologize to them. *Audrey sighed and looked at them. *

Audrey: I'm sorry for making a fuss over the flowers that are arranged. And for wanting you to shut down your shop too.

Uniqua: Apology accepted.

Yara: Thank you. So, we'll have to open our shop again?

Andre: Yes. *Yara and Uniqua smiled at each other, and they decided to open their business back up and he and his wife headed back to the limo and back to the Hotel. *