Authors Note

Hello fellow Miraculous Fans!!!

This is my first miraculous fanfic, so please don't be too harsh.

These are my own original ideas/fantasies/theories, so please don't throw too much hate out there!

I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed imagining and writing the story. I'll do my best to update it frequently, as you have a lengthy and crazy story ahead.

Please note that this story takes place after the most recently released episode (Season 2, Episode 15) so I can guarantee it won't line up with anything new but oh well!

Chapter One

"Adrien?" Nathalie called, knocking on the young teens bedroom door.

Adrien looked up from his schoolwork, something he'd gotten up early to finish. Last night had been too busy, with him and Ladybug fighting another poor akumatized victim, for him to find the time to finish his math assignment.

His Kwami, Plagg, flew behind his school bag as Adrien set aside his booklet. "Yes?" he called out to the door.

"Oh good, you're already awake," Nathalie opened the door and stepped inside his room. "Your father would like to have a word with you before you come down for breakfast."

"He would?" Adrien's green eyes widened in surprise. He was rarely summoned by his Father, especially not this early in the morning.

Nathalie nodded. "He's in his office. I'd suggest you come quickly."

"Oh, yeah. I'll be right there!" She nodded once more and left, closing the door as Adrien began to pack up his school work.

"Why would he want to see you this early in the morning?" Plagg groaned, flying out from his hiding spot. "We haven't even had breakfast yet!"

"I'm not sure Plagg, but it's got to be something important. Right?"

"Ugh I guess," Plagg sighed. "But he better not keep us from breakfast!"

Adrien laughed. "I'm sure we'll be eating soon, come on." Adrien held out his jacket, allowing Plagg to hide before he left for his fathers office.

"Now Adrien, I expect this won't be any trouble for you?" Gabriel turned to his son, who stood before him, looking determined. "She is the daughter of a very important client, and I promised them we'd be able to aid her in any way necessary."

"You can count on me Father." Adrien smiled. "I'm sure we'll become great friends."

"Good," Mr. Agreste nodded his approval. "I'll be sending you to her address in the car this morning. You'll be expected to show her to the school and make sure she feels comfortable in her new home. I'm told she's quite fluent in French so there shouldn't be any language barrier, though do help her if she seems to be having some difficulty. She may be tired from her flight to Paris."

"Yes Father," Adrien nodded.

Gabriel motioned to Nathalie, signalling that his meeting with his son was now over. "Make sure he's given her files so that he can familiarize himself with the young miss before their meeting."

"Of course Mr. Agreste. Come this way Adrien."

Adrien followed Nathalie out of his fathers office, briefly glancing behind himself before walking out the door. As usual his father had already turned his attention elsewhere. He sighed. Maybe one day he would show some interest in his son.

"Ashleigh Deltora," Adrien read, flipping the pages in the small file that Nathalie had handed to him as he walked out the door this morning. "Do you think she'll be nice?"

"Who knows," Plagg shrugged, sitting on Adrien's shoulder as he began munching on a piece of cheese. "What does she look like anyways?"

"Ugh, Plagg do you really have to eat that right beside my face?" Adrien scrunched up his nose. "It smells absolutely disgusting." Plagg shrugged once again before devouring the rest of the cheese as Adrien flipped through the pages, looking for a photo.

"Here." He stopped on a page that held a photo of the mysterious girl. Adrien gasped in surprise and Plagg whistle.

"Wow, who'd of thought she was going to be your new friend." Adrien starred in awe at the photo.

It displayed a young girl, not much older than himself, with pale blond hair that hung in soft curls down her back. She was wearing a baby blue summer dress that clearly showed off her slim, yet slightly curvy frame, and complimented the pale blue orbs that were her eyes. Adrien frowned as he studied her face. Glancing at a few more of the photos, he saw a rising trend.

In every photo, her light red lips where decorated with only a small smile, one that may have be perceived as real, if it weren't for the shadow of sadness in her eyes. "She looks... sad," he sighed, his hand tracing the photos.

"How could someone that pretty be sad," Plagg stayed, brushing off Adrien's comment. "Says here she's 17, only a year older than you."

"Oh, that means we won't be in the same class then." He scanned the other pages, picking out details about the girl.

It seemed that even though she was the youngest of all her siblings, she was the one who was to be the primary heir to their families company. Deltora Enterprises. Adrien nodded in understanding. "This is why it's so important to my father then."

"What is?" Plagg flew in front of the files, trying to read her info.

"Her families company, Deltora Enterprises. They're a really big company world wide, that's based in Canada. They specialize in all sorts of things, including fashion and entertainment. My father's done a lot of work for this company, and they're actually the reason he became such a popular designer so fast."

"Ohhhhh! So your dad wants you to make sure she's happy while she's here, since she'll be taking over the company some day."

"That's what it looks like," Adrien sighed. "I don't mind, but I hope she's not a stuck up as Chloe. I mean, we're good friends and all, but she needs to learn to be a bit nicer."

"You said it! We wouldn't have to work so hard if she didn't make people so upset all the time," Plagg smiled, pulling another piece of cheese from seemingly nowhere.

"Plagg!"

"What?" The Kwami shrugged, acting indifferent to the horrendous smelling cheese.