"Blah, blah, blah... We've been over this - I may like guys but it'll never end up as anything more than that." You hushed, meeting up with Alya.

"Oh my gosh (Y/N)! You just missed an amazing battle with Ladybug and Chat Noir!"

"There's a new one too!" Sonia squealed, her energy just radiating off her, "Serpent Vert, she's really pretty!"

You had to hide a grin, you never saw myself as anything "pretty" (A/N: more like damn hot...) - but that little girl's smile can make your day.

"I gotta add her to LadyBlog! Viewers are bound to want to know about her - maybe I can convince her to get an interview!" Alya gushed, obviously liking the turn of events, and showing you her pictures​ of Serpent Vert.

They were really good to be honest - one caught you right as you were winking and flicking out your tongue - making it look like you were posing for the picture. Another was caught with you flipping through the sky - the whips swirling after the dispatch.

"I've already got hundreds of comments saying how amazing she looks! And apparently someone got a video of her shooting that slingshot combo with ladybug!" She ranted, the news flooding the Internet.

"Looks like a job for Alya Césaire - Journalist Extraordinaire." You laughed, taking a note of her blog and the interview...

Looks like someone's getting a surprise visit soon - courtesy of Serpent Vert.

"Did you know that Serpent Vert was actually from America?" You asked Alya - who had her fingers flying across the screen of her phone.

"Really? Did you know her?" Alya requested, looking at you for answers.

"I saw her from time to time, we became quick friends after she saved me a few times." You said - which was true... seeing that after people asked for your identity from dad - we staged a doppelganger via mom.

"Can I get an interview of you? You're a huge source for anything Serpent Vert right now and I need info! I'll owe you big time." Alya begged, desperation dripping from her puppy-eyes.

You sighed, Sider was going to kill you for this... but you have to throw the dog a bone sometimes!

"Fine, but - we have to do it later, I promised Chloé I would meet her father in a few minutes."

"You better not turn out like Princess Snob, (Y/N)."

"Believe me, I won't."

~Time Skip to Chloé's place~

You rung the doorbell, and there was Chloé standing there.

"(Y/N)! I'm so~ glad you came."

You mentally rolled your eyes,

This is was already a bad decision in your book... but you did promise.

"Hey - " You pulled up the etiquette lessons from back in America... and your tutor's endless drilling.

Flashback

"But, What if I don't like them?" Your innocent six-year-old self groaned, playing with the annoying frills of the stuffy dress your mom conned you into.

I really should've just said no to the limited edition Optimus Prime Transformer... I hate this thing.

Your strict, 90-something-year-old teacher gave you a glare that could kill, "No matter how you feel about the host - you must always smile and greet them with cheerfulness - if you are able to restrain your anger and remain collected, you will have power over that hate - and therefore over your peers."

You looked at the tutor, and continued the lesson.

Flashback End

"- Chloe, It's nice to see you again," you continued to say - bringing out that smile that you knew could fool anyone.

Chloé smiled and let you inside the enormous house - talk about spending feverishly.

The spoiled brat brought out her father, who looked more than uncomfortable, and listened to his daughter's silent conversation.

"Daddy, meet (Y/N) (L/N) - she's the daughter of the owner of the (L/N) Fashion Company."

Upon hearing the name of your mother's company, the Mayor of Paris immediately shook hands with you and allowed his daughter to give you a tour of the estate.

Room, after room, after room... geez this place is a maze.

And soon after the mayor's daughter was at a double set of doors and stopped.

"I think it would be great, if we hung out here." She sassed, checking her phone and opening the door.

Rows and rows and rows of clothes, shoes, hair accessories...

And she just sticks with that yellow getup every day?!

"Most of this stuff I've never worn... feel free to look - I'm getting a shipment of your Mom's latest line in a few days to clear out this trash." She said, pulling off a beautiful deep forest green gown from one of the hangers and tossing it away.

"You would have looked pretty in that one," you commented - picking it up and holding it out in front of her.

Damn your mother's sense of style...

A smirk ran up Chloé's face.

"You know~" She cooed, "Maybe I should try a few of these on - I've always wanted to be a model. And like I said, all of these will be going away soon enough. Starting with that one," she said, pointing at the one in my hands.

You handed the dress to her, and she wrapped her fingers (*cough* claws *cough*) around cloth and ran to what looked like a dressing room.

A few seconds later, she strutted out of the dressing room with the dress cascading behind her.

You immediately found a pair of silver heels to match and gave them to her.

She posed, "So, how do I look? Fabulous right?"

You nodded.

She looked at the full-length mirror, and gave a studying look at the image.

"You know, I look almost like that Serpent Vert chick - Except well..." She looked through at her jewelry box and pulled out two thick golden bracelets and slid one on to each of her wrists.

You hid your surprise as she turned to you.

"There."

A rumble from your phone had your hand to your bag in an instant.

Dad was calling.

"Hey! What's going on (Y/N)? I had a dress perfect for you!" Chloé glared.

You looked at her and frowned, "My dad is calling - I need to take this."

The girl let out a huff and went back to posing in front of a mirror - the narcissist.

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