Marinette Dupain-Cheng is the fashion designer of model Adrien Agreste. (I can't think of anything else so if you really want to know just read it please)
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I hurry into my apartment and put my purse and bags on my bed and kick off my high heels, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Hey, bitch," says an voice.
I scream and jump a foot in the air.
Alya stands in my room with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
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"You scared the hell out of me!" I said, clutching my chest.
"That was the point!" Alya says. "Now take off your clothes."
"Um... why?" I asked.
"Because I'm here to help you get ready for your date with Adrien," she said. "Now clothes off, so I can find you an outfit and do your hair."
"Um, no offense, Alya," I said, "but I'm a fashion designer, not you."
"But I'm the one who has a boyfriend, and also the one who's not still a virgin, so who do you think is more knowledgable on these subjects? Now take off your clothes." She tosses a bag at my head and turns around.
I open the bag and dump out what's inside. "Really?"
A silky black thong and bra lie inside the pink and white striped bag.
"Put them on!" she orders me. "You never know what might happen."
I quickly put them on and grab my silk robe from off of it's hook on the back of my door. "I'm done," I say.
"Great, now let's look at your clothes."
Alya goes over to my closet and looks at the things I have. "Ooh, this is pretty!"
She holds out a sparkly gold minidress.
I shake my head. "I don't want to look thirsty."
"Girl, we both know you're thirsty," says Alya. (Marinette got called OUT) My face turns bright red.
"But I don't want him to know that," I said. "Ooh, what about this?" I pull out a dress from my closet.
"That's perfect! Adrien will die if you wear that. Now sit down and let me do your hair."
I tug out my rubber band and my hair falls down my back. I haven't gotten it cut at all, and now it's halfway down my back.
Alya brushes it out, then sprays something in it. "This will make it softer." Then she plugs in a curling iron and curls my hair a little. She sees the look on my face. "What, you thought these curls were natural?" She fluffs her hair. "I'm done. Look!" She hands me a mirror.
"Wow!"
My hair is soft and shiny, with slight curls at the ends. A clip with a diamond and pearl flower holds it out of my eyes.
"I did good, didn't I?" Alya grins.
"You did," I say, smiling.
"Now put on your dress. Your date is waiting!"
I quickly put on the dress. Alya hands me a pair of heels, which I reluctantly put on. She hands me my purse and a tube of lipstick, and I rush out and leave.
"Bye, Alya!"
"Bye, Marinette! And I want to thorough details!"
Tikki floats out of my bag. "And try not to stutter this time!"
