Today was one of the most peaceful evenings she'd had in a long time. Light breeze, soft lighting, a soothing murmur of the city beneath her. Ladybug closed her eyes, relishing in the tranquillity. Calm. Relaxing. Just what she needed now.

"You're looking particularly happy today, My Lady." Chat landed by her side with a thud. "I bet there is a story behind this. Want to share?"

"I'm going on a trip tomorrow," Ladybug murmured, her eyes still closed.

Chat settled beside her. "Care to indulge me with details or too personal?"

She smiled. "French Alps. My boyfriend."

"Oh. Just the two of you?"

"Yup. Whole three days, just us alone. Although—" Ladybug finally looked at her partner. "He doesn't know it yet since that'll be his birthday present, so keep it a secret."

"That's something I can promise you, My Lady," Chat chuckled. "Considering I don't know either your or your boyfriend's identities."

Ladybug giggled. "That's why I'm sharing it with you. Are you going to be alright, though, if akuma strikes?"

"With how scares the attacks had become, I doubt anything will happen. But if something were to ensue, I'll go straight to Master Fu and get myself another partner. Though," he leaned closer and purred. "You should know that no one can replace you in my heart, my Lady."

Ladybug smirked, poking his nose with her finger. "Better tell me what your girlfriend would think if she were to hear you say things like that to me."

Chat grinned. "There is nothing wrong with admiring someone. My girlfriend, for example, is a huge fan of Chat Noir. Why can't I admire Ladybug?"

"I suppose you could," Ladybug said, perfectly knowing that Chat's flirting these days meant nothing more than friendly banter. Some years back, they'd finally talked. Heart-wrenchingly so, but two months after that Chat's attention had finally swayed some other place: a mystery girl who he'd claimed was everything Ladybug was and more. Ever since then, Ladybug had listened nonstop to Chat's praising of his girlfriend, which was almost as annoying as his flirting with her prior. Almost.

"As long as you admire your girlfriend more than me, we all should be fine with that," she added with a smile.

Chat's sight fixated somewhere in the city, a dreamy look descending upon his face. "She's incredible, my Lady. Sometimes I can't even comprehend it myself, but I've known her for ten years, we've dated for five, and still, I found myself amazed every day at how perfect she is. Not flawless. Perfect. Perfect for me. Speaking of her—" Chat stirred and looked at his partner. "Can I ask you for a little favour?"

Ladybug nodded.

Chat pulled a little bag from behind himself. His face suddenly turned red. "Just, please, don't laugh at me, but I remember you said you were into fashion."

"Yeah. I work in the industry. Do you need a bit of style advice?"

"Something like that." Biting his lower lip, Chat pulled out, opened and placed in front of her three identical tiny boxes. Ladybug gasped—each one contained an engagement ring, all impressive on their own.

"I'm stuck," Chat murmured, his posture slack. "And you are the only person I can ask for advice."

"They are gorgeous," Ladybug whispered, picking up one of the boxes to examine the ring closer. "Are you thinking of what I think you are thinking?"

"If you are thinking that I'm thinking of proposing to my girlfriend then yes, you are thinking of what I'm thinking," Chat blurted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been working on this for a while now and zeroed in on those three rings from hundreds, but no matter what I do, I can't decide on just one. And my birthday is coming up, and I was thinking of taking her out and proposing, so I need to make a choice and I can't. You're my last hope, Bugaboo."

"Either should be fine, Chat," Ladybug said, putting down the last box. "You can't go wrong with any of these."

"Yes, I can," he sighed. "You don't understand. With all of her little quirks, Ma- my girlfriend is perfect, and she deserves the perfect ring, but they all are perfect. I can't choose just one." Looking at her, pleading almost desperately. "Help. Please?"

"I'd love to help," Ladybug said, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. "But wouldn't be better to ask her friends? I'm sure, they can be more useful than me, considering they know your girlfriend's preferences."

"I can't do that," Chat frowned. "Our friends are waiting for my proposal probably more than she does. The minute I say something to them, my girlfriend will know something is up, and the surprise will be ruined. Please, Ladybug?" He pushed the boxes a little closer to her. "If a guy were proposing to you, which ring would you prefer?"

Ladybug sighed, taking another look at the rings. They all were gorgeous, but the middle one caught her attention the most - a cushion cut pink diamond surrounded by a halo of smaller white stones set on a delicate band of rose gold.

"This one." Ladybug pointed without hesitation.

Chat stared at the ring for a split moment before a wide grin splitting his lips. "Oh my gosh, that's so Ma- my girlfriend! How didn't I see it?"

"You've probably been thinking about it too much." Ladybug smiled, watching Chat pack the rings away. "Glad I could help. Good luck with a proposal."

"Thanks." Chat stood up, a lovesick grin plastered on his face. "Hopefully, she'll agree to take this stray in for life."

"I'm sure she will." Ladybug chuckled, getting on her feet. "Now should we patrol? I have a date later tonight."

"Yup. Same here, so let's make it quick." He dashed away.

Ladybug followed shortly, a smile never leaving her face. For one, she was happy for Chat. From what she'd known about their relationship, there was no doubt in her mind that the mystery girl will say Yes to him. But also, daydreams of Adrien proposing to her one day invaded her mind, and for the first time in her life, Ladybug wished she'd be as lucky as Chat Noir's girlfriend and the man of her dreams would be as eager to marry her as Chat Noir was excited to commit to his girl.