Dear readers,

So very sorry about not updating recently, but my computer crashed. So, until I get it back, I will be writing on my phone. Don't worry! I have not forgotten about my other stories! They will be updated as soon as Jack, my computer, comes back to me. He will be in the shop and all of the upcoming chapters are on him, so I will be moving on to other stories, BUT ONLY FOR THE TIME BEING! Thanks for all the follows, favorites, reads and everything else that you lovelies do! I recently got addicted to the show Marvelous Ladybug, and to the ships between Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir and Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug. So, while we are ALL waiting for Jack to return to full funcionality, I will be doing a new story centered around these amazing characters! So enjoy it my peoples!

Always, WOBE

Contrary to popular belief, he hated crowds. Adrien Agreste absolutely despised huge amounts of people around him all at one time. He didn't mind it so much when he was modeling for his father's company, and was alone on stage, but whenever he was surrounded by people begging for his autograph, or myriads of photographers trying to snap a zillion photos of him, or even interviewers and news anchors attempting to get just a few words out of him, he couldn't stand it. He sometimes wished that he could live a simple life, a normal life like that of the majority of his classmates.

Right now was one of those moments.

"What are you talking about?" Adrien asked his father as he sat in the older man's office.

Gabriel rolled his eyes at his son. "Perhaps if you had been listening, you would have not forced me to repeat what I had just said," Gabriel said, folding his hands on top of his desk.

"I was listening father. What I cannot understand, is why we are doing this," Adrien explained.

"We are doing this, to find a new model for the spring line. I thought I had made all of this clear?"

"I understand that, but wouldn't be wise to invite a wide range of people? All different ages and backgrounds? Not just the older, more prestigious members of society?" Adrien's heart began to beat fast as the silence filled the room. He was about to retract his last statement when his father spoke.

"And what exactly do you suggest?"

Adrien looked at his father with wide eyes for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued.

"I suggest that we invite families. The young people of Paris, in an age range close to my own. And just so that there is no favoritism involved, or accusations of foul play, let us make it a masquerade ball,"

"Hmmmm. Very interesting concept. Continue," Gabriel said, folding his legs and slightly reclining in his luxurious, leather office chair.

Adrien took a deep breath and continued his idea. "I also think it would be good if in order to keep everyone in the dark, you and I participate as well, not allowing anyone to know who we are, so that they will treat us like they treat everyone else. You do want a kind-hearted person working with me, don't you?" Adrien asked his father, making sure that the ball was in his court so to speak.

Finally, after a long moment of silence,

"I see your point, and it is a rather valid one. You are beginning to show that mind of a true businessman. I will have Nathalie set up a fitting for you in order to create the perfect outfit. After all, I refuse to allow my son to dress subpar," said Gabriel, his cold eyes glowing for a second before they were back to their emotionless state.

Adrien nodded, and left his father's office, smiling as he shut the door behind him. He whistled as he made his way to his room, hands in the pockets of his trousers.

He was sitting on his bed reading when he heard a knock on his door. Knowing that it was most likely Nathalie, he called a pleasant, "Come in," out without looking up from his book.

"Adrien. You father informed me that you will need to have a fitting set up for the upcoming masquerade. Is there anything in particular that you would like to have incorporated into your ensemble?"

Most people would have been worried about what on earth they would wear to a function like this, also considering that the clothes would actually have yet to even be designed. But Adrien was not most people. He knew exactly what he would be wearing.

"Yes actually. I have a few ideas," he told Nathalie, hopping off his bed to approach her.

"Then when would you like to begin?"

"This afternoon will do fine. If you can get them here by then without being an imposition of course," Adrien hated to have people go out of their way for him, so he always tried to be flexible for others as often as he could. Being the son of Gabriel Agreste had taught him that if nothing else.

"Of course. May I ask why you wish to have them here so soon?" she asked, going through her contacts on her tablet to find the right phone numbers.

"I was inspired," he explained simply.

Nathalie looked up at the young Agreste, an eyebrow raised in surprise.

"And once inspiration strikes you must channel it before it becomes lost and no one is able to have the joy of it. You of all people should know that Nathalie," he replied, a wry smile on his face.

"Yes, of course I understand. They should be here shortly,"

"Thank you Nathalie," Adrien said as she left his room, closing the door behind her as she went. He looked out his window, the smile still on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" Plagg asked before taking a bite of his wedge of cheese.

"I'm thinking this is one of my best ideas yet!" he replied to his Kwami.

He just hoped a red clad superhero would be in attendance to see it.