Paris

4

Guys! Thank you for being so patient and waiting for those of you who haven't given up on this book yet! I swear, I want to keep writing this book but it still might take some time.

There are other stories I want to finish too before I can get back to this! All's I ask for is a little more of your patience! That's why I'm keeping this on hold for the time being!

Alright, enjoy!

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Marinette's P.O.V

"The nerve of that man!" I ranted, pacing back and forth in my room after wrapping my hand with bandages. I am so livid! Does that feline think he can talk to me like that? The nerve!

Tikki was on my makeup stand eating some cookies that I stole from the kitchen. Her dark blue eyes kept watching me the whole time, carefully observing my movement. I was wondering what she was thinking about with this whole situation.

"Marinette," the small Kwami spoke up, making me stop pacing the floor and cast my gaze over at the creature.

"I know how Chat acted was a little...rude but give him a little remorse. He just lost the person he cared very deeply for and forced to be partnered up with someone brand new."

"He still did not need to take it out on me. It is not like I had much of a choice in the matter either," Marinette huffed, crossing her arms and glaring out the window.

"Marinette..." Tikki sternly spoke, getting the teen's attention again, "No one forced you to make a decision. That was all your own choice to make, and you chose to go into battle even though you were scared."

I stared at the Kwami for a while before a knock on the door came.

"Remember, you cannot tell anyone that I exist," Tikki quickly informed then hid behind the cracked mirror.

"Come in," I called, hiding my bandaged up hand behind my back. The large door opened with a squeak. A maid walked in and bowed with respect.

"It is time for you to get ready for bed, madam," the maid informed, straightening herself. I nodded and followed the elder woman out of the room. As we walked down the hallway, I noticed the servant from the party that accidentally spilled a drink on Nathaniel.

"She is still here?" I thought, staring at her a little longer than I should before turning back forwards. I honestly thought she would have been fired by my mother and left last night. Yet, she is still here.

The maid opened a door for me as we both enter the ladies' room to prepare me for bed. After removing all the makeup, ragged dress with stains and taking out bobby pins from my hair, I was drawn a warm bath. A nightgown was neatly folded on the counter.

Soon, I was back in my room. Thankfully, the maid was too busy to notice my bandages and fuss over it. The door closed behind me and saw the flames within the fireplace had been put out. Walking over to my bed, Tikki flew out from her hiding spot to join me in the comfort of the sheets.

"I never got to ask what happened to your hand. I saw it was injured before you transformed, but you seemed really upset at the time. Were you crying...wait, why do you have a handprint on the side of your face?" Tikki asked. She shook her head, quickly adding, "Never mind! You do not need to tell me! It is none of my business, and you only just met me a few hours ago."

I looked at the small red bug in shock, surprised she even cared. No one has cared for me in many years which lead me to hold in all the pain and feel my emotions slowly go numb. I have never had anyone to talk with, stand by my side when needed the most or trust enough to hold my fragile heart without breaking it again.