A teenage girl from our world is reborn inside a children's cartoon as 'Chloé Bourgeois'
I'm just going to do two parts of each episode. For example: Part 1 is the regular, meanwhile Part 2 is the akumatized villain and stuff.
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Le Grand Paris kitchen.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐯:
Chloé was lost in her own world as she was in the hotel kitchen baking strawberry cupcakes. The scent of the sweet batter brought back a wave of memories. As Ivy in her previous life, baking was her constant companion. It was a way to celebrate her joy, soothe her stress, or simply show love to her little sister, Adalyn. She carefully poured the batter into the cupcake pan. After she was done she put the oven mitts on, she slid the pan into the warm oven. She ignored the murmurs from the staff behind her as she closed the oven and took off the mitts.
"Uhm, Ms. Bourgeois?" She heard a woman's voice. She turned to the side to see Alya's mother Marlena Césaire.
"Yes?" Chloé questioned.
Marlena's face held a mix of surprise and curiosity. "I was just... surprised to see you in here. Are you... baking?" Chloé's expression remained neutral, but her shoulders were tense. The last thing she wanted was to be mocked, especially since she knew Chloé Bourgeois had zero baking skills. But she wasn't Chloé; she was Ivy, and Ivy could bake. "Yes, I am," she replied calmly. "It's a skill I picked up. I find it relaxing. Is there a problem?"
"Oh, no, of course not," Marlena Césaire replied quickly, a nervous smile on her face. "It's just that the staff and I haven't seen you in the kitchen before."
"What? You think I can't bake as good as anyone?" Chloé said nonchalantly.
Marlena began to stammer, a frantic apology tumbling from her lips. "Oh, Ms. Bourgeois, I didn't mean... I'm sorry... I-" She trailed off, her eyes wide with fear, a silent worry about her job as a chef at the Le Grand Paris hotel.
A genuine laugh escaped Chloé, a sound so unexpected it made Marlena pause. "I'm just kidding," Chloé said, a playful grin on her face. Marlena sighed in relief.
Marlena let out a long, shaky sigh of relief, a smile finally breaking through her nervousness.
Chloé knew what people thought of her or rather, what they used to think. The entitled, spoiled daughter of the mayor, who wouldn't be caught dead doing something as common as baking.
"The cupcakes are for you and the rest of the staff," Chloé said, with a soft voice. "A thank you for all of your hard work."
Marlena's eyes widened, her surprise giving way to genuine warmth. "That's very thoughtful of you, Ms. Bourgeois."
Chloé just gave a small shrug, her gaze fixed on the pan inside the oven. She didn't need their approval or their praise. She was just doing what felt right.
At the Place des Vosges:
A crowd has gathered, buzzing with anticipation for the unveiling of the new sculpture honoring the heroes, Monsieur Bouge and Dame Noir's. Sculpture Théo and Mayor André Bourgeois are facing the crowd, with the giant statue covered with a sheet behind them.
