Chapter 3 - Welcome to China!

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Marinette P.O.V. (A/N It'll change don't worry)

"Marinette, sweetie! Wake up! We're about to land in China!" Maman called from the main seating area of our private jet. I sat up quickly and ran out of the bedroom Maman and Papa said I could use.

 I sat up quickly and ran out of the bedroom Maman and Papa said I could use

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My parents were sitting on the couch with each other smiling at me. I grinned back at them. I still can't believe I'm a princess! And of China! Then I noticed Maman's dress, it seemed to be a Parisian couture mixed me a Chinese kimono. 

She looked amazing, especially with blue on her skin tone

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She looked amazing, especially with blue on her skin tone. My eyes quickly shifted to Papa, who was squeezed into an Emperor's kimono, but he still looked great.

 My eyes quickly shifted to Papa, who was squeezed into an Emperor's kimono, but he still looked great

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"You guys look incredible! Where did you get those?" I asked and ran to hug them. They embraced me while laughing, and to that I rolled my eyes. 

"Our royal seamstress did, honey. She had shipped these to Paris a week ago after she heard about our visit. Her name's Miss Chunhua," Papa said happily. I released their hugs slowly, and looked at myself in one of the mirrors hanging on the jet wall. Crap, I need to fix this! My hair was shooting out from all directions, there were bags under my eyes, and could see red around my eyes. I looked at Maman and Papa, who stared at me, then burst into a fit of laughter. I pouted in return, crossing my arms.

"Maman! Papa! It's not funny. Now seriously, Mr. Damocles said my bags had already been packed. Which means I have clothes right? Where are they?" I asked frustratingly. They finished their laughter, and Mama clapped her hands twice. Right then, a man in a black suit came out, holding my pink, white, and black suitcase. I took it, thanked the man, and looked to Papa, "Who was that?"

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