This is my obsessive life, and the most important thing is that I have never allowed myself to cry. Despite my best efforts to distract myself from LIE-LA, it seems to be working. My determination grows stronger, propelling my career to new heights...
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Marinette's Point of View:
I stood in front of my mirror, fidgeting with the hem of my dress. Getting ready for Jon Kent's birthday party felt a bit nerve-wracking. I wasn't particularly close to Jon, and attending the party seemed like a formal obligation more than anything else. Still, it was an opportunity to see everyone, including Damien.
I tried to put on a brave face by selecting a simple yet elegant outfit. My recent argument with Damien had left me feeling unsure about how he would react to my presence. But I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. Perhaps the party would give us a chance to get things how they used to be.
As I put on a light touch of makeup, my thoughts kept wandering back to our last conversation. I hoped we could find a way to move past it and rebuild our friendship or whatever the relationship was. At the same time, I couldn't ignore the lingering feeling of awkwardness.
"Maybe it won't be that bad," I whispered to myself, trying to calm my nerves. "Just be polite and act normal..." I have greater things to do there, more important than meeting Damien...
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Damien's Point of View:
Adjusting my tie in the mirror, I took a deep breath. Jon's birthday party wasn't exactly my idea of a fun evening. I didn't enjoy large social gatherings, but this one felt different. Marinette would be there, and I couldn't deny that I was curious to see her again.
Choosing a comfortable yet presentable outfit, I wondered how things would go between us. The argument we had still weighed on my mind, but a part of me wanted to mend our friendship. I hoped the party could be a stepping stone to fix things.
As I got ready, I tried to shake off the feeling of hurt and focus on the possibility of reconciliation. "Just take it one step at a time," I told myself, hoping the evening wouldn't be as awkward as I feared...
Marinette's Point of View:-
As I arrived at the party, I was immediately struck by how beautiful and glamorous it looked. The decorations were themed in black and gold, which I figured must be to Clark's liking. Making my way inside, I spotted Jon, the 'man of the hour,' and decided to head over to him first. I presented the gift I had prepared with my own hands, a black tuxedo with a small signature discreetly placed under the pocket of the Blazer, reading 'To Jon Kent~' It was one of my original designs from MDC, a project I had been working on since the day I met him. Jon seemed genuinely happy with the gift, although he had yet to uncover what was inside the gift wrap. We exchanged a few words.
