Hello hello! This is a story request from JBlaser. I will be posting two chapters. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review!

"Won't somebody answer the door?!" Chloe shouted, huffing as she examined her perfectly manicured nails. She didn't bother to go and greet her mystery guest. It's probably one of my thousands of fans, she thought to herself, smirking.

"Took you long enough," a too familiar voice complained. Chloe's head shot up, and she stood immediately, running towards the voice. She thought better of herself and walked instead, not wanting to look too eager.

"Chloe!" Audrey Bourgeois sang, greeting her daughter with open arms. Chloe was surprised by this action, and before she could react her mother wrapped her in such an embrace she had never experienced before, especially from her mother. She closed her eyes and hugged her back, smiling.

"What are you doing back from New York?" Chloe asked, still hanging onto the woman. Audrey ended the hug, and laughed.

"To see you, of course!"

"Me?!" Chloe exclaimed, completely taken by surprise. "Why?"

"Why? Because you're my daughter!" Audrey said like it was obvious. Then her mood shifted. "I know I haven't been the most present parent, even when I'm with you. I realized that recently and I want to change that."

"Really?" Chloe asked, not believing that this was happening. She's dreamt of this day for an eternity, and now it's actually here.

"Really. Now how about a girl's day out?"

"Marinette," Tikki said for the millionth time. Finally, she had caught the attention of the designer, who was currently hemming a dress.

"What?" Marinette asked, turning her eyes back to her project.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting your friends?"

"Yeah, but that's not until noon, right now it's only…" she pauses as she checks the clock, then the panic starts. "ELEVEN THIRTY! I'm still in my pajamas, I haven't done my hair, and I'm walking there!"

As Marinette frantically throws on new clothes Tikki giggles to herself. "Typical, Marinette."

"I say we try some new makeup products," Audrey says, looking at an expensive line of makeup in the store. Chloe enthusiastically agrees. They buy bags full of makeup before checking out.

Walking out the door with their purchased items, mother and daughter were eager to jump into their limousine and have a spa day at the hotel. They were too eager to notice the wobbly ladder with a man painting his business sign.

Marinette sprinted to the cafe, taking every possible shortcut. She dodged pedestrians, strollers, lamp posts, and about everything you could find on the streets of Paris. She stopped to catch her breath, panting. She looked up just in time to see a stout man with graying hair struggling to keep his balance on top of a ladder. Luckily, he regained his balance, but he dropped his paint can. Which headed straight toward Audrey and Chloe Bourgeois. Her Ladybug instincts kicked in and she ran towards the two, shoving them out of the way right as the paint fell onto her.

"Oh, mademoiselle!" The man said, climbing down from the ladder. "I apologize! The ladder was wobbly, I did not mean to cause any damage."

"It's not your fault, monsieur," Marinette assured him, examining her now pink left side.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng," Audrey gasped. "You saved us! How could we ever repay you?"

"It's not a problem, Mrs. Bourgeois," Marinette said, sighing as she walked back to the direction of the bakery, ready to clean up.

"Marinette!" Chloe yelled, and Marinette turned around. "Why don't we take you back to the hotel and clean you up? You could join mother and I for our spa day."

Marinette stands in shock. Chloe is inviting me to a spa day? Of course, I don't really like spa days… but when will I ever see Chloe being nice to me again?

"That would be amazing! Thanks, Chloe," Marinette smiles, and Audrey leads them to the limousine.

On the drive, Chloe was busy on the phone talking to a staff member about the spa day. Audrey captured Marinette with intriguing stories of her fashion manga in New York. She felt a twinge of regret that she hadn't accepted her offer to join her, but reminded herself of her duties to Paris and her parents.

"We're here!" Chloe squealed, letting herself out of the limousine instead of waiting for the chauffeur to open the door.

Marinette received a few stares from guests as she entered the lobby, but was quickly ushered onto an elevator by Audrey and Chloe. Chloe pushed one of the many buttons, before sliding a card for permission. She chatted on and on about how much fun they were going to have, and that she made sure they'd only get the best masseuses.

As soon as the elevator opened, Marinette's jaw dropped. Before her was the most elegant room she had ever seen. The lounge had a large and authentic crystal chandelier hanging from the sky-high ceiling, Claude Debussy's First Arabesque was softly playing, Marinette looked down to see pink paint dripping onto a marble floor (which earned her some glares from the staff), and the luxurious furniture was white with gold trimming.

Three women came to greet them, donning white scrubs and holding towels and bathing suits. They smiled brightly and led them into a seperate room. The door opened to three giant tubs filled with steaming, bubbly water. A woman with red hair handed Marinette a towel and swimsuit, directing her to a dressing room. She instructed her to wash off the wet paint and walked away, leaving Marinette alone.

After Marinette had showered and changed, she sighed and looked in the mirror. The bathing suit was a simple pink two piece with white polka dots, almost matching with her pink stained skin. She walked out of the dressing room to see Chloe in a yellow bikini and her mother in a black and white one-piece. They were sitting in their tubs with their eyes closed, a brown goo coating their faces. Marinette slowly stepped into the empty tub, sighing with pleasure at the temperature. It didn't take long for her to relax, letting the woman rub the brown goo all over her face.

After a few minutes Marinette felt scrubbing on her arms. She opened her eyes to find the woman with a bath scrubbie and a yellow foam, pink flakes floating in the water.

"How did you get it off?" she asked, earning an annoyed Chloe telling her to hush. The woman only winked and continued to scrub.

After a long relaxing soak, the goo was washed off their faces and they headed into the next room, towels wrapped around them. The scent of roses wafted through the room, and the three of them were told to lay face down on massage tables, Marinette on the left, Chloe in the middle, and Audrey on the right.

The massage was the greatest thing Marinette had ever experienced. With the stress of school, designing, helping out at the bakery, and saving Paris two or three times a week, she couldn't remember the last time she could just kick back and relax. By the time they were half-way through with the hot coals, Marinette was in a deep slumber.