Chapter 23

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  Alya's POV:

   I  waited to see what happened.

   Strange, the bee had not taken the bait yet.

  I smiled.

  I texted Nino and told him what I planned.

  I could visualize his eyes roll back as he sent an emoji that showed his disapproval at once.

 Alya's  POV:

  "Pfft, as much as I loved Nino, the guy needed to learn to cut me some slack."

    I have dated him, for like what four years now? No, it was more like six.

   I  wondered if he would ever take the hint to put a ring on my finger.

   I figured I only gave him subtle hints more times than I could count.


 Alya's POV:

 I recalled how sullen both Marinette and Adrien looked.

  Tsk, tsk, too bad they were both burnt.

"Whoa, that is it! I have the most brilliant idea ever!"

   Why had not I thought of it before? I thought.

   I knew it had to work.

  If not then, I had failed.

   Yep, the operation set 'em up was a go!

Alya's POV:

I knew it was not the smartest plan, but who cared.

  I am sure they would thank me later.

  I just knew it.

  I  set up Marinette's profile on a website I specially designed for people like those two.

  I  set up Adrien's profile on the website too.

   Of course, I did not dare to use their real names.

 No, that was too obvious.

  I  used the code names Ladybug and Chat Noir.

  I thought them to be rather cute.

 Besides, I reasoned Marinette always did like spots, and Adrien had a thing for black cats.

  It was like it was destined to be for those two.

  Only they just did not know it yet.


   Alya's POV:

    I wondered, though, how they would ever meet up?

    I sighed.

   I  nodded my head.

   That is it, I thought, I just have to get Marinette to agree to join this special Chat room I invented that is linked to the website. Then, I will have to get Nino to convince Adrien to join it too.

   Yep, that is it!  

  What could possibly go wrong?


   Find out more in Chapter 24

   bye, bye little owlets!

-Summer out!

   

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