I can feel the heat make its way across my face as he continues unfazed by my reaction.
"Hopefully the music is at least good, I would love to dance with you before the night is over."
I nod in agreement.
"I think I can make that h-"
"Y/n! Y/n! Over here we need your picture!"
I shoot a smile at the group and begin to step forward.
"That's my cue, I'll see you guys in there. Cal text me the seat number."
"No."
I hold back an eye roll at the group's giggles. Opting to slip into a professional smile for the hundredth time within the hour. I make my way to the spot in front of the TCW press, turning my back and doing an over-the-shoulder pose for the photographer. Once the flashes cease, I pick up the skirt of my dress and start to make my way off the carpet.
"Wait y/n, can I have a word with you for Teen Connection?"
Now that's new, they only ask to interview relevant people. This is not me, safe for the one time a TCW interviewer was able to claw their way to the front to interview Blue Moon. Nevertheless, I politely nod and make my way over to the roped-off press area, the brunette who yelled for me wastes no time asking me questions.
"Y/n it's so good to see you. We've been keeping up with you and heard you've been studying abroad in France, how has it been?"
"It's been lovely so far, I've made some amazing friends and have learned so much about the culture."
"One of these friends happens to be Adrien Agreste, the son of the world-renowned fashion designer Gabriel Agreste. How is your relationship with him?"
I try my best to hold a poker face at the question, simply smiling through it.
"Things are good. He is a great friend."
The interviewer deflates slightly, obviously not receiving the outcome she wanted. I wave politely and pick up my dress.
"It was nice talking to enjoy the night."
"Thanks, y/n have a great night."
When I finally entered the main hall where the gala would be held, I couldn't help but gawk at the decorations.
'They went all out this year.'
The soft glow of chandeliers cast a warm light over the whole room. Silver and gold streamers twinkle down from the ceiling. Small alcove balconies follow along the walls in multiple areas of the room. The tables are circled around an elegant gold dancefloor already full of moving bodies. A live orchestra plays instrumentals that fill the room and a large bar sits at the back of the room already filled with different attendees ordering.
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The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•
Fanfiction"I just don't know what to do anymore. A lot of different people want me to be a lot of different things. But I just want..." The words left my lips before I realized what I was truly saying. "To be me.." Y/n l/n, a regular girl by day and a pop sta...
