I’ve always been a wallflower when it came to parties and Mayor Bourgeois’s party is no different. Here I am, delicately sipping a glass of reddish wine from my clammy hand-wishing with all my heart that the floor would swallow me up from where I stood.

My best friend, Alya, always told me I’m an observer. She said to me that I didn’t live in the moment… I articulate it through a mirror made out of intangible glass. Like right now, I’m standing on the sidelines, watching people flock together like peacocks on the dance floor.

The dresses that the women wore, captivated me like a spell being cast upon me. The way their dresses twirled-looked like gentle waves of the ocean. Who was the designer of those various dresses, and how did they make …show more content…
I gave him a hesitant nod. I gingerly put my hand in his gloved one as I heard the orchestra play another tune of slower music.

I kept my eyes trained on my feet, just to be cautious.

I heard a hearty chuckle. I glanced up and saw that it came from my partner. I wondered what was so funny?

“Something amusing you?” I asked casually, but implied in my tone of voice to express my curiosity.

“You don’t have to worry about stepping on my feet because I don’t mind,” I felt my face flush like a fat tomato for being so darn obvious. However, I schooled my expression before I could embarrass myself further.

“Oh no, I was just admiring the floor,” Really Marinette, the floor? You sounded like a total dork to him

“Oh yes, the floor is quite polished,” He replied politely with no hint of sarcasm whatsoever.

Adrien Agreste, you’re sweet as a sugar cookie.

“How do you like the party, so far?” He asked with a breeze.

“It’s nice, I guess. It’s not my kinda thing because I don’t really belong here,” I said without …show more content…
However, you belong with these type of people’s world more than you think, but you are not vain and conceited like they are.” I felt like I was missing something through his poignant words.

“To be honest… I feel like a fish out of water,” He finished with detachment.

I couldn’t believe it. Here stood Adrien Agreste, the boy who glittered himself in his magazines, and he thought he didn’t belong in this sparkling party.
“You’re Adrien Agreste,” I said lamely.

He looked at me in bewilderment as we started to dance again.

I could feel the stuttering coming out my mouth like word vomit.

“What I mean is, what I mean is, you’re not vain at all, just like me. So the both of us belong in this world… Because.... They need us.” I wish I had an invisible zipper to close my blabbing mouth.

I finally had the chance to talk to Adrien, but I totally blew it from making no sense. However, he seemed to grasp my gibberish because he smiled with those adorable dimples of his.

“Thank you, that really means a lot,” He said bashfully.

I made Adrien Agreste blush. I should be given a medal or something.

Suddenly, I heard an all too familiar voice that belonged to the Queen Bee herself.

Chloe Bourgeois: my number one enemy at school-the bubblegum bitch-and the girl who was always attached to Adrien like a