romanticist; a felinette story

chapter ten; wine and giggles.

god stood me up,
and i don't know why.

(thursday)
(third person point of view)
  (père lachaise cemetery)

Felix stands at his mothers grave, with a bouquet of an assortment of roses. He stands there with a sad expression on his face.

"Hello, mother. It's been a while. I want to talk to you about what is going on in the daily events in my life, since I don't want you to miss anything that's happening." he says, while placing the roses in a little custom vase on her tomb.

"Father requested, or should I say, demanded for me to have a secretary. Her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I feel like you two would get along. She has a part of her that reminds me of you, sarcastic but she also is considerate towards others." he says, "But mother, my relationship with father is falling apart, ever since you left us, I felt like a piece of me went missing." Felix says, while staring at her tomb.

"Maybe I should quit modeling, my life is so complicated, and father made it worse. He's making me be in a fake relationship, claiming if I don't, i'll be the reason the Agreste name will fall." he says, with an angry face. Felix clenches his fists into balls and sighs, releasing his fist.

"It's just not fair, oh well, mother, i'll see you again soon." he says, looking at the flowers one last time.

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(mari's pov)

*bzzt*

My phone buzzes, it's a text from Felix? What does he want? I thought in my head.

Felix (rude boss lolol)

"Marinette, want to have dinner at La Tour d'Argent at 19:00? Maybe put on a little act for the paparazzi."

Marinette:

"why do you text like my 60 year old grandpa lol, also sure I would be happy to join you for dinner."

Felix (rude boss lolol)

"Why are you always so informal, even in text?"

Marinette:

"... ok so see you at dinner?"

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I drop my phone on my desk, why does he want to eat dinner there? A fancy restaurant like that can't be cheap, I better get a raise after this.

I continue working, when I hear someone approaching my desk. "Hey girl!" I hear Alya say. "Alya! I'm sorry I didn't eat lunch with you this week! We can eat lunch today if you're interested!" I say, ranting out. I feel really guilty for ditching our usual lunches.

"Girl it's fine! Is your ankle okay?" she asks, looking over at my crutches.

"Yeah! The doctor called, if I stay off of it for as much as I can, I might get the bandage off next week!" I say, looking down at my ankle.

"Great! Now I need to talk to you about something," she says, I now noticed she was holding a paper. "WHAT IS THIS?" she says, whipping out the familiar, terrible, awful, (I have about nine hundred more names to call this piece of paper that haunts me everyday.), article in my face. "You're dating Felix? Felix Agreste, YOUR BOSS?" she says, practically yelling.

Everyone in the office turns their heads to us, I can't tell her we're faking it, not while everyone is staring at me.

I let out a nervous laughter, my hands start to sweat. "Hahaha! Yes! We are," I cringe at this last word, "dating!" I say, trying not to throw up.

"Oh my god girl! Why didn't you tell me!" she says, with an excited look on her face. Oh god I thought she would try to prevent this, Alya help! I think in my head.