authors pov
09:00 AM PARIS, FRANCE
"master richelle!" she yells, walking into her little flower shop. "are you in here?" félix follows in behind her, shaking his head at his love's level of noise.
'oh, another flashback dream thingy. yay!'
"gosh, primrose," the mixed woman, walks into the start of her shop in a long purple flower patterned dress. "you're so loud," she rearranges the flowers in her shop.
"don't call me primrose!" she whines. "richelle, i'm not a kid anymore,"
'and that's chat's soulmate...why do i not know there names?'
"yeah, but you act like one," félix says, making an irk appear on the side of his love's forehead.
"that makes you a paedophile, love," she says, making him grumble. plagg flies out, snickering in the air.
'woah-primrose has jokes. i knew she was funny,'
"as much as i love seeing you two together," richelle starts, motioning them to follow her. "there has to be a real reason why you two are here," the three walk as plagg flies following them into a back room.
"yeah,"
"love and i want to know if we will be a good couple since me and bridgette don't love each other and rules about destiny and fate," félix and his love sit down on the beanbags, richelle sitting on a chair.
"you guys sure are a wonderful couple," she says, making félix and his love smile at each other. he takes her hand, she lies her head on his shoulder. "but fate works in mysterious ways. this is has happened before,"
"félix fell in love?!"
"i only love you!"
'couple goals,'
"no, primrose," richelle shakes her head, confusing the interracial couple. "that the holder of the black cat miraculous has fell for someone else, beside the ladybird miraculous holder,"
"eh?"
"really? but what about fate?" félix asks, his love nodding.
"i guess it just works in mysterious ways," richelle shrugs. she gets up from her chair, handing félix and his love both red roses. "and i think it's going to happen with the next black cat miraculous holder,"
"the one you told us about?" félix asks. "what is his name?"
"i think it is adrien?" his love says. "and the girl he's going to end up with?"
"y/n. her name is y/n,"
'adrien?! adrien is chat noir?! holy shit-'
y/n wakes up with a sweat. she gets of her bed and gets a cold drink from her mini fridge.
"so i love adrien agreste..." she says, drinking a sip of her drink. "and chat noir, because they're the same person...this is so fucking weird..."